how one can damage the other, its even more ironic how they can imitate each others' ability, to cut so deep like only a blade can, with just a simple stare of the eyes.
the tale is, im done with my draft. and thats it. im done. and everybody's giving me the stare, that stare when you know you're doing something wrong. but i really do see something in my works, things that may not appear to be the same to them as for me.
so im going to sleep now, praying by tomorrow, they'll see what i see in mere lines and curves, the basic of basics forms, how beauty can be striped down to its simplest form, how they can be so them when they're not themselves.
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