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Mostly head and gender swaps
Artist | Hobbyist | Digital Art
So, Who's this guy named Insert-artistic-nick(name)? Just a dude that started photo manipulating and found he's good at improving and manipulating existing images, and a bit less good at making new ones. What will you find in my gallery? Principally head swaps, but I have some humorous pictures and stories, and recently some My little pony stuff. Enjoy
The name of the group means literally: Different twins
Mary (Mary)... went away They saw her crying She was running in the dark of a railway Night of sirens in that outskirt Some say she misses us but she went away Mary (Mary)
She feels alone, Mary...Now she's scared, Mary I saw her crying and then ask an answer to the sky, Mary Now her gaze isn't lying, she has the eyes of who hides to the people the obscene abuses of her father, but... She doesn't want to talk about it, Mary... and writes her pain in the diary pages that she holds now in her hands, and looking at old photos she asks help to a prayer On her wrists the signs of those years closed in a prison The mother who knows everything and doesn't talk now her face bares the signs of a new defeat, and I saw her wandering through town without a destination, in her backpack the tokens that soiled her life, betrayed... by who brought her to life in a second, on her body the signs of a father that for Mary now is dead She's tired, Mary, she has no more tears and now she asks to fate for a smile closed in a dream at evening But...
They say that Mary went away they saw her crying She was running in the dark of a railway they know she was fleeing Night of sirens in that outskirt Running wasn't enough Some say she misses us all a little bit But now she's gone Mary who walks on darker paths she's looking for sincere smiles over this town's walls No-oh-ohoh, Mary walking on darker paths on your secret diary you wrote That beast is not my dad
Now I think back to when you were talking to me full of tears you said "I'll never change this life, I'm trying, I'm praying, but it seems useless" Hugging me you said "I'll be back"
Look there, there's Mary she came back to the station, you know She's holding hands with two people her cute face changed expression No more drops of pain, now she's kissed by sun She kisses her man and the girl born from her true love With her smile that gives sense to everything else Protected from a dirty world that she discovered too soon She has a wounded soul, a stolen innocence She knows it's life, not a fable, but Mary returned to be a fairy She walks slowly, but she seems happy, careful an eternal challenge awaits, but she's not scared After all her father stopped living, She looks back at his grave crying is impossible
They question if it's Mary that one at the end of the road She managed to grow She went back during day at that railway fresh of dew. She talks about herself, Mary without nostalgia, she's tired of crying Who knows how much this life will last but she changed it, Mary Walking on darker paths you found sincere smiles over this town's walls Whoh-ohohoho, Mary You walked the darkest paths and on your secret diary you were writing that beast isn't my dad Look at Mary She walked on darker paths and she was writing on her secret diary that beast isn't my dad Mary she walked on darker paths and she found sincere smiles over this town's walls Whoh-ohohoho, Mary She walked on darker paths and she was writing on her secret diary that beast isn't my dad