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Your art matters

You painted your soul

A part of your heart

I saw your work

I looked at your art

There were pictures of you

alone in the dark

A cry for help, the need to make a mark

Though you might not know it

Your art is saving my world

Your art is what matters,

its keeping me here

I see your eyes, theyre filled with fear

of not being remembered, of not being heard

But its making a place,

A place in my heart

Your art is what matters

its the only thing for me, I fear

its keeping me here

It is what's keeping me here





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