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fresh flowers

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.

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.

But these people hurt.

They hurt so intensely because they only ever feel things with all of themselves not half of them

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