this is a new picture. (thank god) finally got one out there guys ^_^! Well, this is the main character of a story I was doing a long time ago it's just a new pic. Color pencils and a pump lead pencil is what I used and drew this in 2003. (not actually new but it is compared to my other drawings.) Enjoy.
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They've clipped my wings again.
Tore them apart and then
Left me.
No use to fly away
To my yesterday
Of freedom.
My eyes died back that day,
Seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat my instead of them,
Pain is my only zen
Of fun.
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for the lulz!
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They've clipped my wings again.
Tore them apart and then
Left me.
No use to fly away
To my yesterday
Of freedom.
My eyes died back that day,
Seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat my instead of them,
Pain is my only zen
Of fun.
~Katy Rose
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