</>The paper is ruled.
To draw is right
To write is wrong.
If my god does care about my life
don't put him inside my boundary
sightseeing him is enough to cure my shortsightedness
I do like drawing in quietude
you've been hurting me and i respond Thank You
An accident happened during creation.
I brushed the sky beyond the paper
and the sky can be that wide
murmur 'never ever be scared of going beyond the edge
Painting is no pain.
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