ALYArt is my voice. I sing through it, it is my language. It provides every emotion: desperation, love, euphoria. I am an artist, from sun up to sundown, spring, summer, autum, winter. Literature is my tutor. I learn from it, it shows me the world. Tearing down walls and ideas, it reveals something raw and unforgiving. The ebony ink snakes through the porcelin pages like water through a canyon. These words are my teachers. Young my body may be, but my conciousness is old. I want bigger things than this sALY
PlaidBoundariesMy head is pounding. My heart is pounding. Everything around me is loud and unwelcome. I am afraid. I always find someone to idolize to take the focus away from my life and I'm doing that with him. I always pour my entirety into one soul and to no avail. I try so hard to make people fall in love with me just so I know I am capable of being loved. But why is it hard for me to love? Is it because I love only that of which is out of reach, or because I haven't found someone yet? I have crossed boundaries, I have blurred lines. I have thrown myself into hisBoundaries
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