Here, for you.
To whom do I owe this existence,
Curating canvasses of meaning
Trudging mixed and muddied waters
To decorate already ornate halls
Devoid of meaning, in debt to those that I love.
Catalysts of coping, smiles in guise, for those I love.
Confidents
My confidence has taken many dents but for the first time in my life I have adequate confidence in my ability to talk as if I'm confident. I'm too aware that my ability is never as good as others, I can't fully blame my short attention span for never mastering any medium as the sole reason; therefore, I do not deserve to be confident. However, if I learn how to sell myself even if it's faux confidence, then hopefully, any buyers won't be too displeased with my original pirate material.
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