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I don't, but it does
I am but a pen merely unspoken words, emotions and thoughts transformed into expression, life is my teacher, this world my canvas blacks, whites, yellows and browns each lesson a discovery, pieces to the puzzle yet incompletely "I" is what I've found, calloused and bruised, what perfect flaws a masterpiece to see unshaken, undeniable, I am unconditionally me.
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