The music of my life is an opera. Dramatic, passionate, inspired.
I am a painting in a red world.
Those who see me, see exactly what they want to see...
...but most miss the best part.
Every step is a dance, every word, a song.
Every dark thought or grey moment, an agonising scream.
My soul is equally as light as it is shadowed,
and inside there is too much colour and passion than can be contained.
I'm spliting at the seams.
I'm filled with more then just stuffing.
It all explodes.
Who am I?
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