call it art

* art 8

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" i have "
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Back in daegu, till I was 12 years old, I grew up with one friend whose name I do not remember since it was a couple years ago, a boy.

They went on holiday to this place called Jeju Island but never returned, well at least I have never heard of him since, and I knew he had left me.
Everyone leaves me.

I missed him so bad that I fucked myself up and now I love doing art.

And I promised myself I'd never discontinue my artworks until he comes back.