Curl Up And Blossom

sharon unfiltered

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Once upon a time I was once upon a time. Stuck at the start never quite knowing what to do, how to feel and even how to dress. Time and uncountable moments have written me quite the story of reconciliation and brushing off the filthy ashes from my reborn self. Whatever my self is. Myself or my self. Are they the same?

Life seems to be a long string of quotes and drunken tattoos when you look at it from one of many choices of perspective. An Asian character inked upon the wrist that hopefully says “music on, world off” and not “now kindly fuck off“. Or a beautiful Arabic word on the nape of a graceful neck that reads “pinhead” not “warrior“. That’s just me, I visualise life as amusingly as I can in order to cope and get…

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