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*Front picture’s frame is rendered and does not correspond to reality
Sometimes I think, maybe I just imagined all this? That I am an artist, that I speak, that I can tell something through my art and someone will listen and won’t be ignorant. And it seems I shouldn’t care, because it is an act of self-expression, but to be honest – I am scared as shit, that everyone is ignorant and no one cares. I am scared that I shouldn’t have started. That I should stay where I was safe. And I shouldn’t go somewhere to find something. And now I’m sitting and thinking. And it become dark. And crows scream.