Don’t tell me what you think I am.
Because what I am,
Was what I wanted you to see.
There’s nothing good about me,
Just as there is something off about you.
So don’t tell me how nice I am,
When the price I’ve paid for were these hands.
Why don’t you stop wrapping me in a pretty bow,
And finally look at me so?
buildpoetry 
Do you make the illustrations yourself? Love them and how they go with the poems!
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Thanks so much! Yes I drew them all using procreate š
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Wow that’s amazing. Followed you. Really enjoying your posts! Keep up the good work š¤š„³
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