Life breathes seams into the fragments of today so that we may see them tomorrow, flourishing in all its glory before our eyes. Perhaps my own will not be as amazing or memorable as others around me, nevertheless, it will be mine. My Masterpiece.
My patchwork cloak for all to see.
This is my old journal. I was young and stupid, but I don't have the heart to completely wipe this off the face of the earth just yet.
Open journal for the most part.
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Profile coding by: jeile (edited and photo by me)