
Can I tell you -
i would rather die then hide the shooting stars that fly in your eyes
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
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I thought it was just the light reflecting off my contacts????
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