I have always wanted to paint my dream, that dream me five years already. Forests, industrial plant, eternal sunset. And it seems after all this was someone..
Who was she, I don't know, but I know one thing: I hate her as she did me.
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I created the world out of boredom reality I'm the master of this world everything was destroyed Already sick of these dreams.. But when..when I get out of this place? Is this the world.. infinite?