luckyguess.lovelymess.
living is a form of not being sure. not knowing what's next, or how. the moment you know how, you begin to die a little. the artist never entirely knows ... [we guess.]
living is a form of not being sure. not knowing what's next, or how. the moment you know how, you begin to die a little. the artist never entirely knows ... [we guess.]
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I woke up one morning, and this happened to me.
mirrormask.
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how I feel about my fears..
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they say follow your heart. ..but the hardest part-
is knowing which piece to follow when its been broken.
so i’m hoping all of those ..childhood stories about the brightest star are true, because if i had to rely on myself for direction, i’d be hopeless.
..lost in a forest of my own possibility. trapped inside my own proximity, on bending knee, recollecting all the broken pieces from my once stolen identity. see, someone was trying to get rid of me..
took me for a joke. left notes that read “riddle me.. this. is. just. a test.” ..
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he spent a lifetime in my mind, one sunday..
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a five story fire ..wind to my flame.
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