Your eyes scream that you are free;
Yet these chains, they bound you to me.
Oh little travelling boy, do you not fear?
Do you not fear the world?
Let me see through your eyes.
Oh little travelling boy, do you not fear?
Do you not fear the world?
Let me see through your eyes.
I spent about half an hour drawing this, and it made me feel like me again. The one I've wanted to be for a long time, the same person I was about a year ago. But I know I'll lose that feeling by the time I go to bed. From when I used to love to draw, and run about and had so much energy.
I drew this to avoid physics coursework and music revision really.
Odd day, one lesson. Then a level choices. Fun?
Goodnight.
ps, Tonight I feel odd, weirdly odd. I think it's a good odd, but I'll sleep on it. I want to be what I was, it would be fun. Maybe that's what I need. Hmm.
She wishes that God would give her answers; And make her feel beautiful. We are, we are all innocent.
I drew this to avoid physics coursework and music revision really.
Odd day, one lesson. Then a level choices. Fun?
Goodnight.
ps, Tonight I feel odd, weirdly odd. I think it's a good odd, but I'll sleep on it. I want to be what I was, it would be fun. Maybe that's what I need. Hmm.
She wishes that God would give her answers; And make her feel beautiful. We are, we are all innocent.
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