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Hellvean

Membaca 186
Suara 32
Bagian 9
Durasi 16m

Membaca 186
Suara 32
Bagian 9
Durasi 16m

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Literally no one knows that writing has a complex relationship with madness, do you think that one enjoys headaches, tingling, bubbling, and painful loneliness, no one does or at least I don't.. You are skinny, miserable, lonely, and crazy about writing, but at least you are a writer. It takes a lot of effort, I feel crazy and it's fun, I can hardly get out of the dark of my cold room, everything seems withered and sad as if forced to live: the world is majestic and cruel, sick with the spirits of bastards, sick with us madmen, and we are so infected: thinking excessive write this novel Hellvean It is a compound of the words heaven and hell, as another outlet for the madness stuck in my mind, love, art, politics, life and me, in the form of a slow-paced novel that explains in a way the ambiguous relationship between the novel and madness..Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang

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