How Do You See Me?
Create me. Mold me. Trace out the lines of my worries and color my ancestors reasons to fight. Smooth out my imperfections and erase my flaws. Write me out as you see rather as a beauty or a beast. For I am of the creators easel to his paint. It's by his convictions that dictates the images worth. So what's my worth? What is your creativity? Show me a picture of my true beauty. Make me what you see for I am the model and you are the one with the pen. Create Me.
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