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As much as I covet those tiny hearts They do not measure the worth of my art To live by your words was a foolish choice A jail of my choosing, stifling my voice For many years I was too scared to draw My hopes and dreams shattered, crushed in your jaw To make what I love, to love what I make That was a win that I wanted to take All I had wanted was your affection You wouldn't accept less than perfection All beings need love, I'm no exception But I'm done crafting for your reception We are imperfect, that we must accept Rather than criticize every misstep For once, let's open the doors to our soul This broken canvas is finally whole