To be loved
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MatureOngoing6m
Last published Wed, May 29, 2024
They say to be loved by an artist means you never die. You will live forever in poetry, lines, lyrics, paintings, and photos. Being loved by an artist is the best thing that happened to her.. and worst. She was loved by an artist, more than one in fact. They broke her down though she was already broken and built her back up and yet she still wondered if it was for the better or worse. Oh to be loved by an artist... what is it like?
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