One of my more emotional pieces. Can a man be more then his myth, and learn to love himself?
One of my more emotional pieces. Can a man be more then his myth, and learn to love himself?
Like seasons, we are always moving, always adapting.
Like seasons, parts of life come and go. Every one leaving its mark, shaping us piece by piece.
So now, I choose to be beautiful. Change me, shape me, mold me into my purest form.
Oh, how I will shine.
Like seasons, we are always moving, always adapting.
Like seasons, parts of life come and go. Every one leaving its mark, shaping us piece by piece.
So now, I choose to be beautiful. Change me, shape me, mold me into my purest form.
Oh, how I will shine.
Proper "water frame" here with the fins, wavey frills, sea shells, lines you see on whales stomachs, the colors.
11/10 prime glow up.
Proper "water frame" here with the fins, wavey frills, sea shells, lines you see on whales stomachs, the colors.
11/10 prime glow up.
And I hate who I have become every time I wake up.
I might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody.
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And I hate who I have become every time I wake up.
I might break and bend to my basic need to be loved and close to somebody.
youtu.be/yVlJpp_-V7M?...