Bearing all atrocities, i stand lost amidst the world that's moving rapidly. I try to move, but the scars just push me behind instead. Every step seems like a struggle, a struggle to set free.~
Every minute passed is every minute lost in trying to revive the better past. I try to draw whatever i recall from the good days and put together in one place for one day i may not be here, but my art will be. To remind you, i was all alone haunted by the memories, and struggled every split second for your happiness~

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