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I am not a writer, But I am the soul of all things discovered All things lost I am not a writer But a canvas painted by daily wants, Needs and discoveries I am not an artist But a seer of all things neglected All things waiting for beauty to be found I am not an artist But a revolutionary, though words need explanation Art speaks for itself I am not just a body But a reflection of each humanly struggle, I am not just a body I am the tiresome days and cold winters The hidden voice and violent yells Most of all,  I am me Just another person sitting by the window Another person wondering where to lose herself Another p