I don't exactly fit the mold I don't exactly deserve the title yet somehow when the mud was slung it stuck tight I am not starving I am only slightly tortured the ghosts seem to sleep mostly I wouldn't even call myself a novice the words don't always flow the way in which I intend In time I learnt That I can't define these paintings of black and white in the end they define ME Nobody becomes an artist unless they have to.......Birth sign: Scorpio
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