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Amidst vibrant brushstrokes, a wounded soul emerges, Sutures tracing tales of resilience, her fingers and hand converge. Sadness in her eyes, yet her mind blossoms with thoughts so bright, Smoking, she ponders: Who am I, in this canvas of colorful light?
Amidst vibrant brushstrokes, a wounded soul emerges, Sutures tracing tales of resilience, her fingers and hand converge. Sadness in her eyes, yet her mind blossoms with thoughts so bright, Smoking, she ponders: Who am I, in this canvas of colorful light?