

Not every day...He sat down at his piano and began to play. He tried to fill each note with his heart but each was flat and seperate from the rest. No music was made that day.Not every day...
He filled a cup with water, removed brushes and a canvas from his cupboard and mixed some paint. Sitting down at his canvas he tried to make every stroke full of meaning but the colours were not radiant and each shape was an undefined puddle. No masterpeice was made that day.
He went to a desk and removed a journal and a pen. Dipping the pen in ink he tried to make each word resonate through the reader's heart but instead of flowi
by `girltripped
by ~suetlilanglz
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You can always turn your back on a person. But you can never turn your back on a drug...expecially when its waving a razor sharp hunting blade in your eye.
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xx frankenkitty xx
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Home is where the art is.
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[Watoosh!]
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so you think you can tell...
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My gallery: [link]
Thanks for the add
nice art too
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Look forward to dreams. Swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight.
Do it for love.
Laugh a lot. Have wild imaginations, transformative dreams & perfect calm,
Draw on the walls, imagine yourself magic.
Be Free. Get Wet.
Hug Trees.
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