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mistakes;

I colored outside the lines
But you scolded me and
Tore up my drawing
And you wouldn’t let me cry
As the shreds fell on the floor
My hands were crayon flakes
As I tried to say “I’m sorry”
But no one ever had ever told me
My coloring was bad before





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