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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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