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Can't seem to submit this to my gallery so into Journal Entries it shall go lol.
Used a tablet and that jazz is tricky when you can't see where the pointer is to paint.
I'm tired and twisted, barely breathing, buried in the dark. Don't be concerned that's just the power of a broken soul .
How good am I hiding it? Still standing able, more than able cause I'm a warrior at heart.
A sweet little lullaby to sooth the mind. I'm screaming on the inside. Can you hear me?
The revolt of a fallen angel. Rebelling against her demons.
A mind that belongs in an asylum, she's gone insane and lost her mind
A blurry vision of what is unclear and cannot be seen, frightens her all the time...