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I try to find art in a picture of the future— but my fingers keep on tracing each one of my past paintings, thinking about how beautiful it was when I colored them wild and free.
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Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
the art of moving on
I try to find art in a picture of the future— but my fingers keep on tracing each one of my past paintings, thinking about how beautiful it was when I colored them wild and free.
it was hard to leave you
maxel
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16/M/Malaysia
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
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