Fourteen
Fourteen years ago
My life became automatically harder
Because of how I looked
Thirteen
It was just a threat
Just a rumor
It’s not real
It’s not gonna happen
But what about when it’s not a threat
When it’s real
I’m not a painter
But if I was
I would paint masterpieces
And tell a story within each frame
I would create a piece of art
Comments
Wow, this is some of the most unique frost patterning I've ever seen! I thought it was a flurry at first, not frost at all. I almost see it as a crowded airspace traffic jam of paper airplanes, or confetti!
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