~ Cant count the things I've lived
I've never break any heart, I cant
In your absence, my heart burnt,my heart was blasted.
Daye* I'm not full up you, I cant be.
How many things I lived in foreign places.
As I thought about them, my hairs became white.
Always, I met cruel people.
I'm coming from cruelties
I'm coming from far aways
I'm coming from deathes
I'm coming from troubles...
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Sally Williams. I used a watercolor und some oil painting in digital 3d Base.
From creepypasta
Art is belong to me.
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