Be your own color
You are your own blank canvass
You are the painter
They don’t hold the brush
You get to decide for you
Not anyone else
Love has no gender
Just wear your heart on your sleeve
He loves you for you
We all deserve to love and be loved.
So true and such a lovely poem π
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thank you π
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