The real monsters lay underneath our skin
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Fragments of the Broken
Novela JuvenilJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
Monsters
The real monsters lay underneath our skin
