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I made myself a darkroom and hid myself in it Working with the chemicals that harmed me developing what I pictured as beauty coming out of of my darkroom holding the image with my excited hands set it down then I waited and waited till someone would pass by see what I saw as beautiful then only to hear "what the hell is that?'
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Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
My darkroom
I made myself a darkroom and hid myself in it Working with the chemicals that harmed me developing what I pictured as beauty coming out of of my darkroom holding the image with my excited hands set it down then I waited and waited till someone would pass by see what I saw as beautiful then only to hear "what the hell is that?'
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Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
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