I send some dark lines on paper and let them flow. Someone will catch them and interpret them.
I have been misjudge unhappy and I was safe to put them on paper.
I know how the light can filter through a curtain how life can suddendly be different in one blink.
They are my medecines they are my object to express desires black hard cutting like a sharp knives.
A the same time that saved me a hundred time that is why I say I am gifted.
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