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I still remember the day I started to drawing with charcoal. I saw a dead reven under the tree and I drew it.

She said I should burn it and toss the ashes true the feilds. So I went home took all my poems, drawings and a bra. i made a little bonfire in my dads picnick fireplace. I burned all that I have created in last 6 months. I thought my art was infected with insanity. Sickness. An insight.