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this world is strange

This world is strange. I mean it's always been strange of course but this world, to me, is strange. I don't imagine a different world nor do I know of one. yet I think this world; my world is strange. why? you may ask what about my world do I think is strange? well you know that from the moment you draw something it connects to the thing your drawing but it has to be something simple. it has to be a place or a thing like a park you went to or a cheeseburger.when it connects with that thing or place it becomes a gateway to that thing or place. we all know if we drew that park we could step in a be there or if we drew that cheeseburger we could take it out and eat it;But I think that's strange. I don't know how or why but I do.so does my parents as they took away my pencils as soon as I started drawing a boy.He wasn't strange to me I don't know how I know him I don't know anybody all I know is my mom dad and my love of a boy I've never seen.I must have seen him somewhere but where ever I saw him even if it was a possibility that I have, I don't recall where or how.I've always loved art I love to draw flowers the remind me of- actually I don't remember what they remind me of.Father says there's something wrong with me and my mother always gives me angry eyes.All I know is Life is strange until one day.I wake up and no one was home. no note, no yelling, no sign of them no sign of- anyone.I look at the table that usually had some kind of food sitting on top it, But no there was no food it was empty like there no sign of anyone who touched it in past. All that was there was was a pencil and one piece of paper.So I sat down and looked at it where did this come from? mother doesn't like it when I draw.mother doesn't like it when I'm here by myself.Automatically I pick up the pencil and I start at work on the drawing. I don't even know what I'm drawing its like I'm not even in control anymore.

I drew a house.

Why would I draw a house?

It's not my house.

Who's house is this?

Only one way to find out.I stood on my chair mother doesn't like that. I don't care anymore! mo- who was I talking about?I drop my pencil it hitting the chair with a Loud tap and I jump into the picture.I land with an oof. I look at the house I guess it's real.A stand and walk up to a door. what am I doing? what if I can't be here?

Deep breath in

knock.

Knock.

knock.

Deep breath out

knock

knock

kn-the door opens

and there stands the boy I kept drawing he looks at me "Tyler?"

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Yeah so that's the end and its trashNo one gets the symbolic messages

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