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Published: 2015-09-30 19:14:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 716; Favourites: 14; Downloads: 0
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Watercolor, pen, gel penDid this months ago, never got a chance to upload it. For contest on Mental Illness
The idea came from exploring multiple personality disorder and finding parts of yourself that you never knew existed. And parts of yourself that you feel like you had to sacrifice to get to where you are now.
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this is so detailed and pretty 
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Thanks!! Now that you ask, time to update the content o^o
The idea came from exploring multiple personality disorder and finding parts of yourself that you never knew existed. And parts of yourself that you feel like you had to sacrifice to get to where you are now.
But I've also had my friends comment that the person in the tree looked like she was being born, hibernating, or buried. Or that she was the girl's mother. I guess the story is up to you haha.
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Wow, so much detail! I loved the wip you posted a while back, but the final version looks even more amazing. Love the uzumaki trees ;D
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Whew, I hate it when wips are better than the final versions.
OMGGG not that againn
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I know the feeling all too well at the moment...
Yeah, about what....once your hair starts looking like these trees you draw, or if you start turning into a snail, we can't be friends anymore.
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Trust me, there is nothing worth showing -_-;
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Don't try to sway me with your poetic words. They are but grains of sand destined to be swept away with the fleeting breeze.
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Tis the grains of sand that start but the world and tycking of thine proverbial tyme
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If sand is naught but my cradle in birth and compass in death, then allow the ocean to be my steed, least I have means to escape. The waves shall dissolve my foot prints, and the wind shall guise my breath.
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Gashed by her nails, ruined by her rage. Soft the sand remains in betweenst mine eyes, lips, and heart. Would that I were more than a mere husk salted by the ocean's pale fingertips.
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