I feel like a sketch, a drawing

Just pencil on paper

Easily erased

I feel not quite finished

The first draft

That "needs some work"

I feel like I need something more

Color between the lines

Something to soften the rigid strokes

I feel like an idea

That could be great

Or could be tossed away

I feel underestimated

I am the first of many

The original me

I feel like a drawing

Something conjured in a doodler's mind

Not quite ready to face the world

The End

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