“Why do you think you’re not a craftsman?”

I don’t make perfect things

Or things that others appreciate

Or things that serve a purpose

In fact I barely make anything in general

Why would I be a craftsman?

I am not a craftsman because I’m not one

I am not a genius because I am not

I am not an angel because I am not

Besides you know you’re better than me

Why bother asking when you know the answer?


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