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Painful Battles
I almost lost you and you didn’t even say,
“I love you and I want to live.”
“I’m sorry.”   You said, “I knew I would be okay.”
I remember how to forgive;
I can’t resent when recalling how you were grey,
And maybe we can turn back time,
Even if it’s an uphill climb;
But my heart cries, “I wish it was another way.”
I know you’ll never be the same,
But you get to define your name.
Please do what it takes to keep the demons at bay.
If you live, then one day you’ll thrive
I have nightmares that I’ll lose you to this decay,
So you have to fight to survive.
You have to learn you deserve to see a new day.
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Literature
Tales of Spirits
We were too scared to close our eyes
Although the sun was ‘bout to rise.
In an old Victorian house,
At party’s end, with mind booze doused
Sharing ghost stories is not wise.
We were too scared to close our eyes.
We were too scared to close our eyes
So told more tales to pass the time.
We spoke of odd and gruesome lore
Survived the night, then drank some more.
Nothing bonds like fear with allies.
We were too scared to close our eyes.
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Literature
Equilibrium
I’ve found an equilibrium
Between the heart and cranium
So I don’t feel the need to flee
I’m not prone to toxic people
I’ll be anything but feeble
Love was jail, but now love is free
I thought my name was enigma
But ignorance breeds the stigma
I’m proud of who I came to be
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Literature
Winter's Release
Another winter melts away.
Another spring reveals the mud.
What was frozen by blistering chaos
Finally releases a shivering breath.
Another winter will come.
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Literature
The Owl's Advice
The owl spins its head around.
He’s read the ground, ocean, and air.
Yes, this wise fowl has seen it all,
Preening with prideful, peering eyes.
He hoots at prey while perched above,
“Hoo-hoo”-ing to besmirch the food.
Winged justice screeches to below,
Calling woodland pests to confess
And screeches also at the hawk.
The owl’s speeches will be shared
Whether they asked for it or not.
Owl feathers hold their range of sight.
The creatures beg for their release.
They say, “preacher, we are dying.”
The owl said, “Just look around,
Behind and ahead, then flee death.”
He cried with a tail in his beak,
For those who failed to take advice.
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Rainfall
Rain’s spell turns a kiss
Into a rare memory
Of youthful romance.
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Literature
Galaxies
The evening’s glitter,
Best seen through a lover’s eyes,
Stirs dreams and yearnings.
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Cherry Blossoms
Tender blush petals
Run from their branches and roots
To tickle the breeze.
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Literature
Venomous Daggers
I’d like to write you letters with a dagger as a pen
Because you asked for me to bleed and then you forced my hand.
I would have said yes. You know I would have too.
So now I’m always tempted to send my blood to you.
Yet, I don’t have it in me to cast my crimson curse.
I swallow all my words and bleed through secret verse.
The ink is always fresh because I can’t escape your eyes;
Daydreams and old photos are my comfort and demise.
I’d carve each verse and letter straight onto my skin.
You asked to hear the honest words I always kept within.
I’d write another verse, enough to fill my scripts
But such venomous words could never leave my lips.
I’d rather hold this dagger and slowly press it to my chest.
I’d take all of the pain if in the end your heart can rest.
Another prose is down, but I’ll never be that pure.
There’s venom in my words and you’ll never find the cure.
I can just imagine what you’d say and how you
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Literature
Ripple Effect
She waves and you’re
A grain of sand,
Swept away or
Left ashore.
Hurt before,
Tsunamis loom
And all you planned
Could drown with you.
I wish you knew.
I wish you saw.
An oyster's womb
Surrounds your heart.
You're sheltered art.
You are disguised
And every flaw
Is penned design.
Waves of brine
Roll in, rebound.
The swells baptize,
Your shaken ground.
You'll be found.
The hunters around
Seek the profound;
A pearl can’t drown.
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The Rise of the Tragic Hero
Can’t you see that I can’t stand to see you in the dark,
Trembling with fear, desperate for a spark?
Don’t you know that if I could, I’d shine the brightest light
And blind you like an angel to restore your sense of sight?
I only wish you knew that I live in darkness too.
You tell me, “be the saviour,” but I don’t know what I should do.
I have no super powers, even though I try my best,
And the weight of all this darkness has begun to crush my chest.
Maybe I am weak and maybe all of it’s my fault.
Maybe I deserve every bruise from this assault,
Because every time I try to spark a single measly flame
The darkness snuffs it out and everything stays the same.
So if I’m the only one with the power to cast light,
And even that’s consumed by the darkness of this fight,
Then I’m just a disappointment with no power at all
And I should just accept the pain that comes with this tragic fall.
In the dark it’s hard to tell who
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Literature
Your Song
What happened to your song?
Your harmony has gone.
When I hear your chords
I know that something’s wrong.
Just sing to me once more.
Allow your voice to soar.
I can’t bear this silence.
I can’t listen to this score.
Ivory keys won’t sing.
You strum your silent strings.
It isn’t death, but song,
That will let your soul take wing.
I can’t hear. I’m deaf.
You’re too far off this clef.
This song must survive or…
My screaming’s all that’s left.
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Junk Mail
And I will pour my soul into that calligraphy
Carefully carving letters into digital flesh.
It’s the only way to show you I’m bleeding too.
But you let my hands hover
Over the brink of a darkened screen
Smeared with fingerprints and dependency,
And behind is a blurred reflection
Of who I want to be.
Please just set me free.
I’m not spam; I need saving,
But you see romanticised rubbish.
Why can’t you see the words are me
Daring to dance around deletion?
My words slip away
As the pixels imprisoning my cries
Saturate into your chaos,
Dissolving my resolve,
Like boiling sugar.
So if you miss this
And I turn to mist,
I hope you find
What was left behind
And if it’s sweet,
That it eases your mind.
I only wanted to be kind.
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I was very excited and honoured to receive a second Daily Deviation on my poem, The Owl's Advice

This poem was written for 
ProjectDFC's February Form Contest (ProjectDFC: February Form Fiesta 2019). The form was certainly outside of my comfort zone so I am absolutely amazed that people in the literature community thought that it was good enough to receive such an honour. 

The first time I received a Daily Deviation was on my poem, Instagram. It changed the way I looked at my own writing and allowed me to get in touch with a lot of other very talented people in the literature community. This second Daily Deviation I am sure will also help me to grow as a writer.

Thank you so much to my long term followers who have always been supportive of my writing. I have been writing and developing my skills with a focus that I have never had before because of you. Thank you to my new followers for taking the time to also read and support my work. I'd like to give a special thank you to BATTLEFAIRIES for suggesting the poem and to JessaMar for featuring it. 

I am currently working on some feature journals to showcase some of the talent of the people I follow. :) Keep your eyes open for that coming up.

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Trigger Warning: this journal discusses eating disorders & suicide

My Plans for the Near Future

Hello everyone! I have really missed Deviant Art, but I feel like I'm finally starting to get back to a place where I can invest more time here. I am sorry I was gone for so long - far longer than I expected. Just so you are aware, I was reading comments and replies, even if I did not respond to them. Thank you all so much for your kind words of support, encouragement, and comfort. I can not show more gratitude to the community of followers I've developed here. 

I have finally finished going through all my notifications and even all the journal entries. I read them all, but didn't comment/reply to all of them, as there were so many and I wanted to make sure that I caught up. My DA plans for the rest of this month are to go through the Deviations of the writers that I follow. Since I dropped off the face of the Earth, you have collectively posted almost 1500 pieces. :o (Eek) I obviously will not be able to comment on all of them, but just know that I will indeed see each one. :D (Big Grin) 

I also want to do some feature journals, but that might have to wait until March. There are some artists who I've followed whose galleries I just know are spectacular but I've not yet had the time to visit them. I would like to do a feature journal to share the gems I find on that journey of exploration. 

I am also hoping to enter this contest - ProjectDFC: February Form Fiesta 2019 - so keep your eye open for that poem. I think it will be a challenge, but it's one I'm looking forward to.

Quill Quill Quill       

I have been gone, but I've still been Writing!

Part of the reason that I have been away is because of some stuff I've been going through (more on that below), and as usual, I was coping by writing about it. I also have had the pleasure of having some great chats about poetry and life with IIINegativeIII who is an incredibly talented writer and artist - please check out his work!

If you want to see what I've been writing since I vanished, check out these poems! :D

BeautifulYou’re ugly when skin is textured with ripples of rib and spine
You’re ugly when stomach screams and heart flutters
You’re ugly in the bathroom after meals
You’re ugly hurting your loved ones
You’re ugly staring at food
You’re ugly with secrets
You’re ugly fainting
You’re ugly fading
You’re ugly
For hurting someone beautiful.
  Cling to LifeCling to life.
Please cling to life,
Even if your green gown
Makes you feel like a ghost
Drifting through tiled halls
With other ghouls,
With people who have
Accepted death
And worship it.
Cling to life.
Please.
Shatter mirrors
If they manipulate you
If they say your bones are badges
To be worn with pride.
Your bones are beautiful
When they work inside.
Cling to life.
I beg you, cling to life.
Please kick and scream and fight
Even if it doesn’t feel right.
Your heart deserves to thrive
Your song must still take flight
You deserve to be alive.
Please, please,
Cling to life.
 

Mature Content

  Junk MailAnd I will pour my soul into that calligraphy
Carefully carving letters into digital flesh.
It’s the only way to show you I’m bleeding too.
But you let my hands hover
Over the brink of a darkened screen
Smeared with fingerprints and dependency,
And behind is a blurred reflection
Of who I want to be.
Please just set me free.
I’m not spam; I need saving,
But you see romanticised rubbish.
Why can’t you see the words are me
Daring to dance around deletion?
My words slip away
As the pixels imprisoning my cries
Saturate into your chaos,
Dissolving my resolve,
Like boiling sugar.
So if you miss this
And I turn to mist,
I hope you find
What was left behind
And if it’s sweet,
That it eases your mind.
I only wanted to be kind.
  Your SongWhat happened to your song?
Your harmony has gone.
When I hear your chords
I know that something’s wrong.
Just sing to me once more.
Allow your voice to soar.
I can’t bear this silence.
I can’t listen to this score.
Ivory keys won’t sing.
You strum your silent strings.
It isn’t death, but song,
That will let your soul take wing.
I can’t hear. I’m deaf.
You’re too far off this clef.
This song must survive or…
My screaming’s all that’s left.
  The Rise of the Tragic HeroCan’t you see that I can’t stand to see you in the dark,
Trembling with fear, desperate for a spark?
Don’t you know that if I could, I’d shine the brightest light
And blind you like an angel to restore your sense of sight?
I only wish you knew that I live in darkness too.
You tell me, “be the saviour,” but I don’t know what I should do.
I have no super powers, even though I try my best,
And the weight of all this darkness has begun to crush my chest.
Maybe I am weak and maybe all of it’s my fault.
Maybe I deserve every bruise from this assault,
Because every time I try to spark a single measly flame
The darkness snuffs it out and everything stays the same.
So if I’m the only one with the power to cast light,
And even that’s consumed by the darkness of this fight,
Then I’m just a disappointment with no power at all
And I should just accept the pain that comes with this tragic fall.
In the dark it’s hard to tell who
  Ripple EffectShe waves and you’re
A grain of sand,
Swept away or
Left ashore.
Hurt before,
Tsunamis loom
And all you planned
Could drown with you.
I wish you knew.
I wish you saw.
An oyster's womb
Surrounds your heart.
You're sheltered art.
You are disguised
And every flaw
Is penned design.
Waves of brine
Roll in, rebound.
The swells baptize,
Your shaken ground.
You'll be found.
The hunters around
Seek the profound;
A pearl can’t drown.
  Venomous DaggersI’d like to write you letters with a dagger as a pen
Because you asked for me to bleed and then you forced my hand.
I would have said yes. You know I would have too.
So now I’m always tempted to send my blood to you.
Yet, I don’t have it in me to cast my crimson curse.
I swallow all my words and bleed through secret verse.
The ink is always fresh because I can’t escape your eyes;
Daydreams and old photos are my comfort and demise.
I’d carve each verse and letter straight onto my skin.
You asked to hear the honest words I always kept within.
I’d write another verse, enough to fill my scripts
But such venomous words could never leave my lips.
I’d rather hold this dagger and slowly press it to my chest.
I’d take all of the pain if in the end your heart can rest.
Another prose is down, but I’ll never be that pure.
There’s venom in my words and you’ll never find the cure.
I can just imagine what you’d say and how you


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So What's Been Up With Me?

It's been a roller coaster. At the beginning of December, one side of my family planned to have a very early Christmas celebration because my grandmother had decided to undergo a very risky surgery in attempt to improve her quality of life. The doctors said that the surgery may improve her situation, but that there was an equal chance that there'd be no difference at all, or that it'd make her condition worse, in which case we likely wouldn't have much time with her left. Unfortunately, the surgery got bumped up so we did not have the opportunity to celebrate Christmas before then. Needless to say, that was a very stressful time. Before she went into surgery, she could not walk or talk, besides answering yes or no questions. Fortunately, the surgeons did absolutely incredible work and she recovered from the surgery far better than anyone could have expected. She is walking again and I can now have conversations with her like I used to. She is able to get excited about her old interests again which is just beautiful to see. It really feels like a miracle. I'm totally emotional about it in the best way.

And thank God - I really needed at least one miracle. Many of you know I started a new job in September. It reached its most intense point before Christmas and kept me incredibly busy during January. I've doubted my career choice so much the past few months, but all my co-workers keep saying this is normal and it gets easier, so I pushed through. I was working full time, but had part time designation - I've since been upgraded to full time, but on a partial contract. However, By next year, I will likely be full time permanent, so I'm in a really great spot for my career. Still, for the next few months my duties are a bit outside of my comfort zone, though unlike the last few months I now have lots of resources and support. I am sure I will learn lots, and I'm hoping that despite being outside of my comfort zone, that the workload is easier to manage.

A few days before my grandmother's surgery, my family member with an eating disorder was admitted to the hospital. Ultimately it's a good thing that she's there. At first it felt like it was a great thing and I was really happy, but it's actually been very difficult for me to sit with. I have suspected for probably 8-10 years that she had an eating disorder, and even though she refused to acknowledge it, it was confirmed for me without a doubt over the past 2-3 years, where she has experienced the most rapid weight loss. I was really happy that she had finally taken a step and decided to get help, although with the way that she looked at the time of being admitted, I feel that she likely left it to the very last minute. Before being admitted, I would see her occasionally, but she is an estranged family member. She does not talk to my mom at all, and me only sometimes. Because I knew she was struggling, I was trying to reach out to her on a more frequent basis to show my support shortly before she went into the hospital. This was something I have wanted to do for a long time, but it's taken me this long to develop the resilience to continue reaching out so actively despite the constant rejection. Anyways, I felt like those efforts were cut very short when she went into hospital. I tried reaching out to her, but obviously in a mental health related ward there are very strict rules, so it was not easy to get in touch. Email was the most successful way to reach her. I sent her a few emails with kind words and she was responding to those - not instantly, but it was something. We didn't celebrate Christmas together and this is now the second year I haven't been able to celebrate her birthday with her. I knew other family members were visiting her and I also wanted to see her but when I tried to arrange that with her, she essentially told me that she didn't want me to come. Which despite that resilience I mentioned earlier, was quite painful. I also had to comfort my mom, as she was very upset after finding out on social media that she was in the hospital. Both my mom and I have had little luck finding support from relevant mental health organizations and other family members, so we feel very much on our own and it has put a lot of pressure on our relationship in the last couple months. I was told that she was going to be out of hospital this month, but she has since transferred hospitals, and no one seems to know how long she will be there. She has now been in the hospital for almost 3 months total. Since she has transferred, she has stopped responding to my emails entirely. I've tried calling but with no luck. It's very difficult knowing that she has been there for so long, fighting a really scary battle, missing out on things that she'd usually like to do, with very little support, as she's very much isolated herself from the people who love her. Eating disorders are incredibly dangerous - they are often referred to as the most deadly mental illness. The most common cause of death in eating disorder patients is not malnutrition, but suicide. It really twists and messes up how a person thinks. I am praying and praying that her treatment is going well and that when she leaves she will be okay, but I also know that relapse isn't entirely all that uncommon.

Despite all that heaviness, I still managed to have a lovely Christmas and New Years, considering. I went out of my way to find and create beautiful moments. My holidays are always very busy and often include emotional stress/drama because my family, like many others, is already incredibly dysfunctional (even without the extra stuff I mentioned above). Still, I try to keep things that are meant to be about love about love. It takes a lot of work, but I still always manage to find those magical moments of love during the holidays, and despite all this extra pain and stress, that at least was no different this year. 

The stress I was under was pretty unbearable. I was developing a lot of really unhealthy habits that were setting off warning bells in my mind. Something else I'm happy to let you know is that I have made some decisions to help reduce some of the stress in my life. For example, I had a side job that I worked once a week, but there was a lot of outside work and planning required. The extra pay was nice but I decided that the extra cash wasn't worth the decline in my mental health, so I have since left the side job. I am also making a more conscious effort to prioritize my physical health, like sleeping. :P 

Thank you all again for keeping up with me while I was offline. I thought about you often and I'm glad to be able to give more attention to you since things have calmed down a bit for now. Hopefully it's up from here!

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One More Thing - Please Help If You Can!

A very talented artist who I watch, DestinyBlue, needs some help to get the care she needs. I fell in love with her artwork a while ago. Her style is so whimsical yet thought provoking, and the colours she uses are just stunning. I know that this community can do beautiful things so if you can help even a little bit, I'm sure it wouldn't go to waste. Learn more below:

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Hello, just to give you an update, my grandmother passed away last Sunday after being in palliative care for about a week. We had a really beautiful service this weekend for her that truly honoured who she was. I will miss her very much but she had a full and beautiful life.
This is why I have been neglecting responses again, but now I am trying to get back into some sort of normal so I will be around a bit more again soon.
If you are interested I will be participating in a chat event hosted by CR Literature (www.deviantart.com/crliteratur…) regarding my daily deviation so feel free to join if you are interested. It was a lot of fun the last time I participated. As always, thanks for the support <3
Hello. I will likely be slow to respond again. My grandmother's surgery gave us some extra precious memories that we will be forever thankful for, but we will be spending her last few days together. Thanks in advance for all your caring thoughts.

In some lighter news I am very happy to share that several of my poems are winners in the February Forms Contest :)  ProjectDFC: FFF 2019 Winners
Hello everyone!  Hi!  OneWithTheStars here for ProjectDFC!
FFF by copper9lives
FFF 2019 has concluded and the time-frame for judging is complete.  I would like to thank everyone that participated; I enjoyed the variety of works that came about as a result of your entries.  All the wonderful entries can be found in the FFF 2019 folder:hug:
The five selected forms were:
Bullet; Red Barzeletta
Bullet; Orange Mgur
So in a plot twist, I entered a poem of each form for the February Forms contest ( ProjectDFC: February Form Fiesta 2019
Hello everyone!  Hi!  OneWithTheStars here and welcome to ProjectDFC's 2019 installment of February Form Fiesta!
Fiesta Tiem by HugQueen
FEBRUARY FORM FIESTA
FFF is not just another challenge here at ProjectDFC, it is our annual competition!  Since this group is all about loving structured poetic forms, of course this contest is all about them.  :squee:
Every year, we select five forms from the previous DFC held in December.  Your challenge, should you choose to accept and embark upon, is to write a poem in any of these forms.  You are allowed to write a poem for any number of these forms, however, only one per form
). I had originally planned to only write one, but I wanted to see what I could manage to come up with. I do like some more than others, but I'm still quite happy with what I came up with. I hope you enjoy!
The Owl's AdviceThe owl spins its head around.
He’s read the ground, ocean, and air.
Yes, this wise fowl has seen it all,
Preening with prideful, peering eyes.
He hoots at prey while perched above,
“Hoo-hoo”-ing to besmirch the food.
Winged justice screeches to below,
Calling woodland pests to confess
And screeches also at the hawk.
The owl’s speeches will be shared
Whether they asked for it or not.
Owl feathers hold their range of sight.
The creatures beg for their release.
They say, “preacher, we are dying.”
The owl said, “Just look around,
Behind and ahead, then flee death.”
He cried with a tail in his beak,
For those who failed to take advice.
  Winter's ReleaseAnother winter melts away.
Another spring reveals the mud.
What was frozen by blistering chaos
Finally releases a shivering breath.
Another winter will come.
  EquilibriumI’ve found an equilibrium
Between the heart and cranium
So I don’t feel the need to flee
I’m not prone to toxic people
I’ll be anything but feeble
Love was jail, but now love is free
I thought my name was enigma
But ignorance breeds the stigma
I’m proud of who I came to be
  Tales of SpiritsWe were too scared to close our eyes
Although the sun was ‘bout to rise.
In an old Victorian house,
At party’s end, with mind booze doused
Sharing ghost stories is not wise.
We were too scared to close our eyes.
We were too scared to close our eyes
So told more tales to pass the time.
We spoke of odd and gruesome lore
Survived the night, then drank some more.
Nothing bonds like fear with allies.
We were too scared to close our eyes.
  Painful BattlesI almost lost you and you didn’t even say,
“I love you and I want to live.”
“I’m sorry.”   You said, “I knew I would be okay.”
I remember how to forgive;
I can’t resent when recalling how you were grey,
And maybe we can turn back time,
Even if it’s an uphill climb;
But my heart cries, “I wish it was another way.”
I know you’ll never be the same,
But you get to define your name.
Please do what it takes to keep the demons at bay.
If you live, then one day you’ll thrive
I have nightmares that I’ll lose you to this decay,
So you have to fight to survive.
You have to learn you deserve to see a new day.
I finally went through the deviations of everyone I watch today. Next on my agenda is to post a poem or two that I've had in mind and make a journal to feature the wonderful talent of the people I watch.

By the way, I've changed the title of the collection formerly known as The Desecration of White to My Swallowed Words. I've divided the collection into two parts. The first part is still called The Desecration of White. The second part is now called Consumption. When I first started the collection, a big focus was on sorting through the chaos of the family dysfunction that revealed itself through a wedding. That wedding was several years ago now and while the eating disorder was present at the time of the wedding, it and the chaos it has created has been the focus of this collection for quite some time. I also like the new title because it reflects the therapeutic nature of the collection and it is more "me" focused and less focused on the dysfunction itself. 

I also did finally hear from my family member who is in hospital. She's supposed to be released this week after 3 long months. She will still need to go back there all day, every day for 5 days a week for at least 2 more months, so I still probably won't see/hear from her very much. There's still a long journey ahead. 

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Thank you for the :+fav: on for what it's worth.
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Thanks for the :+fav:
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Thank you for the llama!
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Omg your poetry is so amazing. IIINegativeIII suggested that I check out your work and I definitely don't regret it. You're so talented!!
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TheSmileyDinosaur Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
Hello. Thank you so much. I am really flattered!! I notice you also write! I am looking forward to checking out some of your stuff too :) :) :)
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RippleInThePond Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the llama and the watch!!
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RippleInThePond Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
Please do! I'd be honored if you liked any of it.

You can ask IIINegativeIII, I legit started fangirling over your work 😅
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love--or--death Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the faves and the watch!:LongStemRose: 
I appreciate your support Sweating a little... 
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James-Polymer Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2018
Thank you for adding Bugle Call to your Favorites! :dance:
Also, I hadn't noticed you were +Watching me. Allow me to return the complement. =)
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TheSmileyDinosaur Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks thanks thanks :D
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