Myself illustration for my CV
Sometimes she is naughty,
sometimes she extremely nice,
her mind 's crazily wise,
her heart 's full of kindness.
She is a perfect combination between bad and good,
nomatter what she does, she 's always beautiful.
She came, she put butterfly into my heart, she loved me, she cheered me up, she chose to leave.
She has gone.
There is only one word can describe her : selcouth.
She used to be someone important to me.
Not anymore.
Us... actually, this is used to be us.
Before putting everything on Photoshop
Before putting everything on Photoshop
