the ingredients for expression, but a jumble of an offering at this point.
Letters placed together make words. Words arranged correctly create thoughts.
I would give you all my thoughts, but at this point, they don't make sense.
Can you decipher?
Others' gifts look lovely - they've traced it in gold.
My gift feels like I dropped it in the mud; a streak of dirt across my cheek.
My ponytail falling out and my knuckles banged up.
Knock on your door. Because I know that I should come, at the very least.
Here it is. After all this time, this is all I can come up with.
My eyes beg, "Please tell me its okay."
Now I see, pride is on my shirt.
I never impressed you before. I don't impress you now.
You see through it all. You appreciate my widow's mite if I don't pretend to be rich and sophisticated.
Fall apart in front of you. This is your whole point. Not me. you.
I forget to see your swaddling clothes. Your crown of pain. Your scars.
They are the important part.
You are the important part of this whole equation.
Wow. That's really good. I'm actually speechless.
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