"You play with hearts and I play with words. We are both artists in our own way.
You can manipulate hearts to crunch emotions. I can manipulate words to pour hidden ones. We are both artists in our own way, aren't we?"
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And I was supposed to be your masterpiece. The one that you worked on for weeks. But sometimes even artists downplay the power of their own art.

You shaded me with gray...

But in that secluded gallery that windy night, people interpreted me in their own personal way.

Then I realized, no matter how much you have morphed me over the years to be a shadow of your accomplishments, a reflection of your ego, I am still me.
I am still a...