Rayah
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My dear readers, I am not an artist. I cannot paint, or create sculptures, or draw. I am a writer. I feel things so deeply it makes my bones tremble and touches the depths of my soul. My art is not the kind that makes you feel nice. I write the stories of individuals who have suffered unspeakable circumstances. For it is those who are brave enough to voice the cries of the fallen world that push through the pain and move forth. I speak for those who weren't fortunate enough to survive. Allow me to use literature to fill the void in all of our hearts. This is the story of Rayah.
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