She Called It Art
Brushstrokes of Desolation: Unveiling the Canvas of Her Silent Rebellion
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On the sleeve of her shirt
She wears a shirt with a reminder of a better time.
Was the stain of a better day
A mark or memory of a positive past is evident on her clothing.
She lost the place where she lays her head
She lost her home but continues to move forward.
But still runs today
Despite the loss, she keeps running in life.
Taken from her future, she still holds her peace
She retains inner peace despite setbacks taken from her future.
The kind of comfort only found in golden fleece
Her comfort is akin to the warmth of golden fleece.
She was gone from their world
She is no longer part of their world, existing as a stranger in the shadows.
Just a stranger in the shadow
She's distant, an outsider in the background.
But she called it art
Despite her detachment, she considers her situation as art.
Cursed to conceal
Cursed to keep her pain hidden.
Forgotten in her own head, she still sees their love
She remembers their love even though it's forgotten by others.
The charm is in her eye, falling from above
The allure is in her gaze, symbolically falling from above.
Her heavenly vision saves her from the pain
Her positive vision protects her from suffering.
She knows her story won't be told in vain
She believes her story has significance and won't be forgotten.
She was gone from their world
She remains absent from their world, a stranger in shadows.
Just a stranger in the shadow
Continuing to exist on the periphery of others' lives.
But she called it art
Her detached existence is her perceived art.
Cursed to conceal
Bound to keep her struggles hidden.
She called it art (she called it, she called it)
Reiteration of her labeling of her situation as art.
She called it art
Reiteration of her categorization of her experiences as art.
She called it art (she called it, she called it)
Repetition of her assertion that her life is art.
She called it art
Reiteration of her perspective on her life as art.
She's at ease
She is comfortable and at peace with her chosen path.
She's at ease
Emphasizing her state of ease and tranquility.
She called it art (she called it, she called it)
Restating her conviction that her life is art.
She called it art
Reiteration of her assertion that her experiences are art.
She called it art (she called it, she called it)
Repetition of her perspective that her life is artistic.
She called it art
Stressing her belief in the artistic nature of her existence.
She called it art (she called it, she called it)
Reiteration of her labeling of her life as art.
She called it art
Repetition of her assertion that her experiences are art.
She called it art (she called it, she called it)
Restating her conviction that her life is art.
She called it
Reiteration of her perspective that her life is artistic.
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