3AM Self Portait
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Night times can be lonely! The kind when you can’t fake your colours, and you can’t escape reality. When you die slowly, and nobody is watching.
‘3 a. m was my time to deal with reality. It was full of anxiety, insecurities, and every bad thought my mind could flourish. I was a beauty full of hope during the daytime, but only God knows the hopeless beast I would turn into at 3 a.m.’
‘3 a. m was my time to deal with reality. It was full of anxiety, insecurities, and every bad thought my mind could flourish. I was a beauty full of hope during the daytime, but only God knows the hopeless beast I would turn into at 3 a.m.’