A blue person is leaning on their left hand with their legs crossed, as if to scrutinise something in front of them. They have short, neon pink hair, which is tied up in a half-do with a green ribbon. They are wearing a green top and yellow trousers.


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 just tell me to scram?

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