i finally feel like i can breathe through the images i create, like i can interpret the way i feel in a visual form. That others are appreciating the things i believe in and the determination i have for my passion. I am never giving up on this...
You're standing in my doorway seven cities ago, The days are racing, but you come back too slow. You're the finest thing I've ever done. The hurricane I can't outrun. I could wait around for the dust to still, But I don't believe it ever will.
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