On Beauty (and death)

I drew this in 2007.
I posted it on deviantart and there it has lived for all the time from then to now.  I have typed the smaller text below so that you can read it. It makes the whole story more understandable.

This is a true story.
It happened long long time before I drew it.

BECAUSE DAWN IS VERY SAD...

HER DAUGHTER HADN'T COME BACK IN THE MORNING

IT WAS LIKE GROWN-UP COT DEATH

SHE WAS LOST

SHE DIDN'T KNOW THE WAY HOME

SHE WAS LOST


For a really long time she was my ideal for what beautiful was.
I would lay really still in my bed with my hands on my chest and hope that I looked as beautiful as she was.

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