I started out with a blank sheet of paper;
They gave a a pen with the hope that I could write beautiful stories;
As time goes by, the pen was replaced by a brush;
Now I can paint wonderful drawings, something more fulfilling.

But the paintings have not always been as beautiful as I want it to be;
I have spilted the paint on the paper, and many times, I choose the wrong colour;
Those are mistakes I intend not to repeat;

But everytime I made those mistakes, I reminded myself, that I started out with a blank sheet of paper;
And now I have colours, drawings, and writings on the paper, what more could I ask for?

When I first started, I thought those drawings and writings can be erased;
Now that I know it is not possible; I have become more careful and aware of what I want in the paper.

Now that I look back on that paper of mine;
I remember how colourful my life is;
Despite the few accidental inkblots and ugly drawings;
I nevertheless love my work of art;
And I will never replace it for a new sheet of paper

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