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Thursday April 23, 2009. Tomorrow is my brother's birthday; turning 20 years old. Ugh, were getting old...but that's not always a bad thing because I was always told with age comes wisdom. I know that I haven't updated my blog in a hot second but i'm back on it. soooo yeahhh. Peace www.twitter.com/ambduckett

Inspirations

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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A patchwork heart, if you know me then you already know what I am thinking. Floored its more than just a drawing; your life is what you make it, if you were to die today what mark would you have left for people to remember you by? I would like to believe I am something similar to this heart. There are different textures and layers within this one heart. Something like myself, I have one heart but so much love to give and in so many ways. Some people abuised my love, so (like this heart) im rough and torn around the edges but at the end of the day my patchwork still shows, beauty.