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I'm back with something simple but hopefully it still looks nice

The three girls living with milk has decided that today was a girls day and poor milk was kicked out for a few hours after he declared he didnt want a make over so milk took this oppunity to clean up some unfinished business with his best friend and then walts around the neighboring town hes finally on his way back home however the girls have a cheeky plan awaiting him

Hi so i know i dont do cell shading often but i thought it be nice
That story PoetryThis is that story
The one you can't bare to hear
Vomit that comes and goes and a forever expanding chest cavity
My words are my weapons that lead to my death, but this story is no tragedy instead a life that is blessed
I am a twisted story the wrong idea of mythology
But I am not a myth, but the life that breathes meaning.
Broken, scared, have you had enough is my life just the perfect definition of something.
But I am not what you see
Every smile every giggle and joke
My true self goes unseen wearing a mask, underneath, I am breaking
I learn how to sew with anger cut with fear
I only ever bleed tears
But see I tried to change climbing stairs in a world that wasn't built for me
Because the truth, unlike others with disabilities
I think that I was definitely a mistake
two screws loose of a tragedy
We are not here to inspire you so don't tell me its an inspiration just to wake up in the morning
I hate to tell you this, but that's biology part of everyone's story
Twisted tangles, salt wa

Description
I'm back with something simple but hopefully it still looks nice

The three girls living with milk has decided that today was a girls day and poor milk was kicked out for a few hours after he declared he didnt want a make over so milk took this oppunity to clean up some unfinished business with his best friend and then walts around the neighboring town hes finally on his way back home however the girls have a cheeky plan awaiting him

Hi so i know i dont do cell shading often but i thought it be nice
That story PoetryThis is that story
The one you can't bare to hear
Vomit that comes and goes and a forever expanding chest cavity
My words are my weapons that lead to my death, but this story is no tragedy instead a life that is blessed
I am a twisted story the wrong idea of mythology
But I am not a myth, but the life that breathes meaning.
Broken, scared, have you had enough is my life just the perfect definition of something.
But I am not what you see
Every smile every giggle and joke
My true self goes unseen wearing a mask, underneath, I am breaking
I learn how to sew with anger cut with fear
I only ever bleed tears
But see I tried to change climbing stairs in a world that wasn't built for me
Because the truth, unlike others with disabilities
I think that I was definitely a mistake
two screws loose of a tragedy
We are not here to inspire you so don't tell me its an inspiration just to wake up in the morning
I hate to tell you this, but that's biology part of everyone's story
Twisted tangles, salt wa