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My art is like a mirror to my soul, Where I can see myself whole, It’s like a perverse fantasy, Door way to my creative ecstasy, It gives me a vision to be a person I want to be, To scream freedom, and to be free, True art is my irresistible urge, Constantly striving me to the surge, Sense of reawakening to my passion, My only real world of self expression, It is a triumph over chaos and a vision over goal, My art is like a mirror to my soul, Restless imaginations of my realm, That I still have to upheave and whelm, Therapy to transform pain into beauty, Far from the world of painful reality, Only way to run away and en