He is an addict.
He is a man.
He is a child.
He will think, and his thoughts will spill out in many forms. Be it story-like, or a single sentence, this is where they all gather.
Welcome to where the deer and the antelope play.
Here's a little drawing I made a long time ago of how it feels like to miss someone. It went with the poem I Miss You, but I never posted this one because reasons so yeah. Here ya go!
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P. S. I couldn't decide on which side the arm should have been because it looked good from every angle so I was like why not do it all so yeah don't mind that part, hehe....
