Painting.

I am but a painted being,

Insignificant 

Are my feelings.

Fortunate,

On this canvas I’m living.

No one knows what I’m truly seeing.

On the walls I’ll be hanging,

I blend in well with your surrounding.

I am but just a painting,

I can’t be with you where you’re going.

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