

I could.I could have been a painter, my body bare, covering canvasses with my pain, spreading it around in different shades. II could.
Would have spent hours with my mind open to everything & my eyes closed to make fragments of myself and offer them as painted delicacies.
Instead i am a writer; my whole world collapsed in hours and i wrote about it while sweat poured from my body
And I still had so much to say and no
words to say it with.
Where you at? Havn't heard from you in a while...
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WAYNES WORLD!!!!!! WAYNES WORLD!!!!!!!
ITS PARTY TIME, ITS EXCELLENT!!!!!
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Practice Makes Perfect!
Don't be shy to give a lil.. Nothing is less than it!
"Spread friendship around the Nations" ^^
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~Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who frets and struts his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more~
Things I don't know tend to make me very curious
What language btw?
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~Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who frets and struts his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more~
I know a tiny bit of arabic
but only enough to say formalities and order drinks hehehe
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thanks Rachael !
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