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Just a little thing I’ve wanted to say

So. If this sounds selfish af, then I’ll just delete this.
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When I do a collab with y’all, I feel so privileged and honored. When I get to have a request to y’all, I feel even more privileged.
When I recieve fanart from y’all (mostly R. Squidy~), then I just feel loved. Y’all are very important to me, y’know? Like, when I take breaks I just wonder if y’all are ok, do u need assistance, am I getting called for help, etc. So, just know, I love u all like if u were my fam. The way y’all support each other is amazing, despite the cons that happen sometimes. So thank u. Thank u all for being here on Medi for me, your fwiends, and the nicer community of Medi.
Love y’all!~

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Announcement

I'm leaving. No not because of medi bang. Because I want to. I love all the support and love i got from all of you! But I think I'm going to take a break and work on my art skills. Who knows? Maybe I'll come back some day? But for now I'm leaving this account. You can unfollow me if you want I don't mind. Good by all of you and I loved all of your art. I'm not upset I'm just going to take a break. I love all of you and I wish you a good life and future! ❤ ~ I'll miss chu guys

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Inktober #5 - Chicken

So instead of drawing something for Inktober today, I decided to write a poem because why not
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For all you sj peeps, this is not an angry vent poem and has nothing to do with anything, so please don't worry ^^;
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Am I cock or a chicken?
My thoughts are my sickness
The coffin within, I
Can’t stop, I’m conflicted
Did I pick this? Is this an affliction?
A second-rate hateful depiction?
Set fire to my own building
Do I have the right to be one of those children?
Heart of gold gilded, Hidey-hole filled in
Gone is the mold, and I’m the one that killed it
The question of depression arises
Whites of my eyes, then pressed until blinded
Present of mine is a pastime, I am
Living in the gift of reflection reminders
I wipe my brow, my eye lashes out
Exit signs flashing, I’m passing out
In reckless fashion, I’m wrecking my passion,
I recognize ten-year old I in the masses
He’s back and he presents a deal
Be grateful, or hate how tense I feel
If I can sense it’s real, I can escape the pain
I can send a plea, let someone save my brain
But if it’s fake, it’ll be a big mistake
Any goodness in me, it will dissipate
And will I save? It’s not a piece of cake
I’m not wise enough for the risk I’d take
I’d be the cocky victim
Wouldn’t stop my illness
Make my heartbeat quicken
But a mirage I’m living
Perfectly fine behind facades I’m giving
Paint on the crying eyes right on my visage
And if I say today that I’m okay
And explain my pain as “Hey, come what may”
If the demons play, not heeding, “Stay away”
And feed on my denial, then I’ll see my grave
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I’m a chicken
I am my only witness
I’m a chicken
I am my only witness
I’m a chicken
I am my only witness
I’m a chicken
I am my only witness
Everybody wants to show their feelings
But am I feeling what I feel I’m feeling?
The consequences will send me reeling
But am I feeling what I feel I’m feeling?

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