- We start with stars in our eyes,
We start believing that we belong.
But every sun doesn't rise,
And no one tells you where you went wrong.
Will I ever be more than I've always been?
Working through her teen profile, finally.
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Artist | monochrome. [gallery] |
Time spent | 5 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 4 |
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