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fall comes around and i am once again brought back to my true whimsical self. but at what cost . its like a butterfly coming from its cocoon except my cocoon is my metaphorical being and i must rip through it to be the real me. which is a paradox in itself.. destroy self to be self!? who cares because that means more art will be uploaded soon ♫
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it seems ive let time get the best of me! youll all have to excuse my lack of updates, i have a life and a world i must tend to
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