Meanings of life...
The intention is clear, I stare with this left hand unable to be worded, everytime I bleed there lies a reason to live and I discover words so vivid and bright, even loved ones in my hand scatter like pettles from flowers, so even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand in will only be known as flowers of vanity.....
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OMG thats alot of hours!
good luck!
And you?