Paint, adds a T to my pain,

Heals it, banishes the rain,

Beautiful colours range from richest oil paint,

To watercolours, so delicate, so beautiful, faint,

Arcrylics colour my grey day to bright,

I am an artist, but against the facts of reality I fight,

All the strong, brightness of the colours won't subside,

But I may subside to suicide.

The End

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