Memories of forgotten amor,
Is what I owe, to my fading glow.
Scars of the ageing skin,
Are the words of my living experiences.
The colour has changed from black to grey,
As the wind through my hairs has started to fade.

Growing me.
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Growing me.

Self Illustration on self growth Memories of forgotten amor, Is what I owe, to my fading glow. Scars of the ageing skin, Are the words of my li Read More

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