I thought my life would fall piece by piece...
The sound of his kisses on my back
and I like the way he do it every night,
My feet are cold
My hands are sweating
My heart beat is getting slow
I can bearly breathe,
my heart beat stops...
I fall slowly in the floor.
In the middle of the night
I realize that...
It was just a dream













Comments
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Being a drawer can teach you a few things:
1. Wost critique an artist can get is from the artist themselves.
2. Practice doesn't make you perfect, but it sure does make you better.
3. From where you are now, you can only improve.
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Being a drawer can teach you a few things:
1. Wost critique an artist can get is from the artist themselves.
2. Practice doesn't make you perfect, but it sure does make you better.
3. From where you are now, you can only improve.
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HEY
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