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Dear diary, Today, I finished the painting. Yes, the painting I have worked on since I was 11. I finished it. 13 years later. I’m done. With the painting, with my parents, with that life. This feel like the end… Continue Reading →
His aura like a golden-red fire A hedge surrounding him always. One only I could see. His hands were like wings, Wings of escape from this world. Beneath him lay the hatred I bore. Hatred for the land and its… Continue Reading →
