I apologize for my inactivity, late comments, and late replies.
My tablet told me to spend more time with my pencils, so I'll be submitting sketches until she cooperates with me again.
So, for now, no Open Canvas sessions or
iScribble submissions as well.
Thank you for all the support; it's giving me the motivation and urge to do better every time.
Take care, everyone. I love you guys so much.
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As I rummaged through my old papers, I came across a torn sheet with a fragment of a poem scribbled on it.
I finally traced the poem online, and I want to share it with you:
The Legacy
When I die, give what is left of me to the children.
If you need to cry, cry for your brothers walking beside you.
Put your arms around anyone and give them
what you need to give me.
I want to leave you with something,
Something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I have known and loved.
And if you cannot live without me, then let me live on in
your eyes, your mind, and your acts of kindness.
You can love me most by letting hands touch hands.
And letting go of children that need to be free.
Love does not die, God's creatures do.
So when all that's left of me is love,
Give me away!
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