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STORY | Her



Through the coarse of the dark she makes her way to the sunlight. It either gives her hope or drops her some heat. The trembling bones and the flowing tears and the majestic femininity and the unrequited love for everything dark munch together, leave enormous desire to break free. No sacrifices no sweetness, it is pure freedom. And for that she always picks black. It is not bleak, it is not sad, it is just a beautiful canvas to put every thing together, until the day she finally breaks free.

images: AnOther, streetfsn

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