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This Is Me: Love or Hate, Don't Care
ISSUE #9
Author: NoellAster
This Is Me: Love or Hate, Don't Care
Author: NoellAster
ISSUE #9
Canvas of Four
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I remember the 

first time I 

opened my eyes—

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Plain white canvas 

stretched 

before me.

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It grew as I did.

When it wasn’t enough,

I made more room to dream.

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Then came a brother,

a sister,

another brother.

We were four.

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Mine was the biggest—

oldest privilege—

and for a while,

I wore that like a crown.

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Then came 

brushes and ink.

With my mother’s 

hand on mine,

I learned to draw—

to shape,

to imagine.

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They watched.

And when I slipped,

they stumbled too.

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So I walked better,

painted clearer,

erased less.

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But even that 

canvas grew 

too small.

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My father 

opened the 

world’s door.

I stepped out.

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Reality didn’t wait,

but I brought 

pieces back.

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I showed them 

the truth—

twisted, 

strange,

sometimes beautiful.

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And they painted 

their own canvases

with braver colors 

than mine.

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I smiled.

I was proud.

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Because I had 

cleared the path—

with my mother’s calm,

with my father’s strength—

so they could walk steadier.

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One day,

they’ll walk further.

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Even if we part ways,

I know—

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there will be 

a meeting point.

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And when that 

day comes,

I’ll hold it

like the 

first brushstroke

on a blank 

white page.

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This Is Me: Love or Hate, Don't Care
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Last updated: Sep 24, 2025
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