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in the dark minds of our bodies, we visualize the image of the beauty of our desires, collecting ideas to build that we so much desire,believing that the end we could cool down that anxiety that burns wildlessly with so much disaster, tireless works one makes to make a masterpiece, but with all the critics he loses his grib, blaming himself for the less courage and going forth with the negative, as he walks away from what he created he pauses to reminisce his creativity, he realizes the beauty he has already created
#believe in you
#a mistake in art is a design
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