Chapter 18 of 25

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LITERANIUMS99 words~1 min read

You are a poet.

Little did you know,

you're a poem itself.

You are a painter.

Little did you know,

you're an art itself.

Sometimes we suddenly

wish for somebody who

can give us a masterpiece,

the way we create for

someone.

But little did we know,

for every passion we had,

we forget that ourselves

was the masterpiece itself.

You are a masterpiece, my love.

May we not bury

the pieces we have

and may we continue

to inspire other people

and do the same for

ourselves.

Let's create a world

where everyone feels

loved and valued.

mjeahsty