Always suffer delusions of grandeur with your art. What you are unable to face will never hurt you — Ginnetta Correli
Always suffer delusions of grandeur with your art. What you are unable to face will never hurt you — Ginnetta Correli
Always suffer delusions of grandeur with your art. What you are unable to face will never hurt you — Ginnetta Correli
Always suffer delusions of grandeur with your art. What you are unable to face will never hurt you — Ginnetta Correli
Always suffer delusions of grandeur with your art. What you are unable to face will never hurt you — Ginnetta Correli
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Always suffer delusions of grandeur with your art. What you are unable to face will never hurt you

— Ginnetta Correli
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