It was fleeting moments of magic.
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An old one, but I still feel this constant push and pull between all the contradictions that are me.
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Some days colours are everywhere.
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You are a universe of exploding stars.
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I feel most at home in these quiet places.
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It’s always the same old sadness.
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This is my face. I hate everything about it. I hate everything about my personality. I hate it all. I have been on a self help journey for the past 4 years, I have come a long way but I still find it hard to accept myself. Wild Moondust is my personal art journey. A reminder to myself of my soul, a way to keep feeling, and keep in touch with what’s beyond us. Because I struggle with myself, I struggle with human relationships, and image creation is my only true way to communicate how I feel with the world.
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& she ran, away from her worries, to the trees and the sky that sang the song of her soul.
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there are a thousand things i wish i would have said and a thousand more i wish i would have done.
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