Me and and my painting. We are in a hard relationships since I was 12 years old. Our relationship did not get my parent permission. It's so tough. I had a hard time. We often miss each other. Longing for each other. But I still contact painting secretly. Embracing the limited time together. Enjoying our moment. Sometimes I try my best to keep painting away. But I just can't. Living with painting is so much love. It barely described with words. I love painting. I'm sorry if sometimes I don't keep in touch with you. Just remind yourself that I won't forget you.
#myfakelove. 😆
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