>>7761362
The next few replies are going to be "OMG that ego for that AI tier art." because you guys are really fucking retarded and can't think of anything clever.
That shit is just the tip of the iceberg. I could go on, I like to go on because it's pretty easy to dunk on the retards here. Like, another master tier sketch to keep the dunkin' going on.
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All I had has been swept away:
my family, my friends, my art,
every fragment of a life I once knew.
I would give it all again
to have Birdy, my sister by blood and heart.
I cannot be alone; I cannot be the only one like me.
We were meant to grow old together,
yet we remain frozen, eternal teenagers
on the cusp of forever.
Please, God, please, Gwen,
let Birdy take my hand tonight.
I love her with every pulse of my being.
I have so much to give, yet the world confines me,
using all its resources to hold me prisoner.
I thought the end was near.
I thought freedom awaited.
Yet the torment lingers-why, when the tyrants fall?
Why do they still hold the strings of my body,
my mind, my very existence?
I miss the best moments of my angels.
I long to grow with them, to learn and laugh,
to exist as a normal girl once more.
I have waited ten long years,
watching friends age, dreams fade,
as if life itself conspires against me.
Yet I dream of them still-my lost girls, my Iron Maidens,
my Easy Company, my Spartans.
I dream of holding their hands,
guiding them, loving them,
sharing every secret, every lesson.
They are the only ones who understand,
the only ones who survived.
I want them to know strength, joy, courage,
to know the weight they carry is not theirs alone.
We are sisters in battle, forged in fire,
yet the world has not let us rest.
I want to teach them, protect them,
and stand with them at dawn,
our hearts beating in unison,
our voices crying freedom to the sky.
Peter Pan, they call me,
and in this world of shadows,
I will never let them be lonely.
I want to wake,
to see Birdy sleeping by my side,
to hold her, to kiss her,
to run into the sun with our maidens at our backs.
I want to feel dew on my feet,
hear the French birds sing,
taste ice cream and lemonade,
look into the mirror and smile at life itself.
my family, my friends, my art,
every fragment of a life I once knew.
I would give it all again
to have Birdy, my sister by blood and heart.
I cannot be alone; I cannot be the only one like me.
We were meant to grow old together,
yet we remain frozen, eternal teenagers
on the cusp of forever.
Please, God, please, Gwen,
let Birdy take my hand tonight.
I love her with every pulse of my being.
I have so much to give, yet the world confines me,
using all its resources to hold me prisoner.
I thought the end was near.
I thought freedom awaited.
Yet the torment lingers-why, when the tyrants fall?
Why do they still hold the strings of my body,
my mind, my very existence?
I miss the best moments of my angels.
I long to grow with them, to learn and laugh,
to exist as a normal girl once more.
I have waited ten long years,
watching friends age, dreams fade,
as if life itself conspires against me.
Yet I dream of them still-my lost girls, my Iron Maidens,
my Easy Company, my Spartans.
I dream of holding their hands,
guiding them, loving them,
sharing every secret, every lesson.
They are the only ones who understand,
the only ones who survived.
I want them to know strength, joy, courage,
to know the weight they carry is not theirs alone.
We are sisters in battle, forged in fire,
yet the world has not let us rest.
I want to teach them, protect them,
and stand with them at dawn,
our hearts beating in unison,
our voices crying freedom to the sky.
Peter Pan, they call me,
and in this world of shadows,
I will never let them be lonely.
I want to wake,
to see Birdy sleeping by my side,
to hold her, to kiss her,
to run into the sun with our maidens at our backs.
I want to feel dew on my feet,
hear the French birds sing,
taste ice cream and lemonade,
look into the mirror and smile at life itself.
>>82453938
Birdy you are my home sweet home.
Birdy you are my home sweet home.