I like the colors on the picture on the right, it makes it seem like a dream.

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the rain is what you see of so many other people giving up or starting over or giving life to someone that has none,
maybe its just suppose to rain these days
love is hard to keep in the faces of the black holes of souls, but give up and you become a black hole

Keep going. You'll find something that will make it all worthwhile, I'm sure.

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We're almost there and nowhere near it. All that matters is we're going.

It's beautiful...
There is a club called vintage Republic that I think you might be interested in?
Your work is great and definately worth being displayed.
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Good luck

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"When all art is signed anonymously, then it will be free..."

Oh and PS: You're lucky you have rain, because down here we're in the middle of a serious drought.

I'm sorry if the rain adds to the gloom for you.

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We're almost there and nowhere near it. All that matters is we're going.

this photo is so beautiful.

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This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect. Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars.

blair, this is a beautiful beautiful photo..

those fibers youre clinging to, amaze me.
i'm forever thankful that you continue to .... i'll give everything i've got -- could that prove something more? something bigger? something at all? or still just not enough?
i'd understand whatever the answer

still i'm amazed at the softness and beauty of the photo...it really pulls at me...i her 'ull', the tug, the fight, the clinging to.

keep holding tight blair,
for what its worth, i'm proud of you

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<sub>[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.</sub>

i just want to know why i should keep holding on tight.
for alll this pain im going through.
and for the reason i dont see an end.
it doesnt seem worth it.

i think im still here, honestlyi, because i have no choice.

if i could die, i would.

you shouldnt be proud of me.

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i proud of you because for the fact you don't SEE a reason, something in you says hold out--hold on, endure.

giving up is easy.
if all of you was convinced you would've caved and fallen long ago.

but somewhere in you there's a part that knows theres a reason, a chance, something worth waiting it out for.
and, even though most of you is guarunteed that's bullshit, you don't completely ignore it to the point you let the pain take you over.


i know this fight.
i knwo this battle.
if i could wake up tomorrow and not be here tomorrow it'd be my greatest dream, too.
but, it takes strength, gull, and something bigger to try and think maybe SOMEDAY... maybe not til i'm 64, i'll have ONE good day that will make this worth it.

giving up is easy.

you haven't done that; that's worth being proud of.
and, i don't care if my words mean nothing to you -- at least they've been said from honestly and experience and 110% from my heart.

i don't have the answer to what's so beautiful ahead for you.
but, i know that we who've been abused, have been trained to believed that there's nothing.
i refuse to let you settle to beleiving the lie

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<sub>[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.</sub>