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A discarded white canvas, that stares with hazy eyes. It sees me contemplating as I smile and cry. I try intuition. I try to forget the insults, the petty competition. Yet, the ink flows not and the infinite cackles. A million choices, a singular outcome. A singularity of a dozen truths, a dozen lies, and a dozen perspectives. “What do I say?” The canvas smiles, and my heart giggles. They open their mouths to answer. “Be as you are.”
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May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
Be as You Are
A discarded white canvas, that stares with hazy eyes. It sees me contemplating as I smile and cry. I try intuition. I try to forget the insults, the petty competition. Yet, the ink flows not and the infinite cackles. A million choices, a singular outcome. A singularity of a dozen truths, a dozen lies, and a dozen perspectives. “What do I say?” The canvas smiles, and my heart giggles. They open their mouths to answer. “Be as you are.”
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May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
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