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This painting was originally a gift for someone I liked... I didn't have the courage to give it.
I love bunnies since I was young. It reminds me of an old friend.
I wish my parents didn't fight over everything.
It was fun to do it with my friends.
I'm left holding the outline of something that no longer exists
I miss home.
I exist between both choice and command, never fully on my own.
communication is made to provide understanding but even if I scream no one could understand me.
Not everything has to have a purpose.
Not everything has is be perfect.
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