MUSE

My muse…

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When you're surrounded in a storm of chaos, there's always that, that little light at the end of the tunnel, that glimpse of white.

And if you lean into it, they can give you a reason to breathe again.

We all have things that move us some.

It's the darkness, and it fills that empty space in your soul, but that glutes of white, if you look closely, you follow it…

It becomes your muse, your love, your everything.

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