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I hand pick who I share my life with.
Who I bring into my world.
I live within an artist's world.
I choose to bring eclectic, extravagant, creative, expressive, artistic friends along with me.
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Souls who radiate such fire and fight, who beam with every inch of them and dedicate precious time to the precise mechanics of making something beautiful.
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But these people hurt.
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They hurt so intensely because they only ever feel things with all of themselves not half of them
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