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"Music is my life. The lines on a staff are what pull my heart to pieces, or stitch it all together."There isn't much I would publicly say about myself. You can, however, know that I love music and turn to it like a friend, love to fly and turn to my plane as a source of excitement, love to draw and turn to my sketches as a source of memories.
Some say I'm beautiful, that I should model. But what is beautiful? As perceived by the mind? How is one placement of the nose different from any other? They say age is but a number of so little importance, so why is the measurement of your eyelashes any different? I have two eyes that see, record, and let you in to my soul on a few rare occasions, but others do as well. Two eyes, two irises, two pupils. Why are they different, other than color?
I am not beautiful, unless everyone is.
Journal
Lessons of Life....
Lessons One to TenStating the obvious is fun.
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