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The drawing
I sprinkled some brilliantine to embellish my regrets, but they appeared to me even more clearly.
I took my eraser and tried to erase the scribbles of thoughts.
The more I tried the more the sheet crumbled.
I drew new characters, but their faces remained abstract.
I added a colorful touch. And now the sun is blue and the grass is orange. Everything is upside down.
My life is traced with markers. I can't erase it.
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