As the world move forward and life and death continues. I am one of the few people who lived by different names and places. I can be your friend, enemy, fugitive, protector, a daughter, or even a lover. But the thing is I don't grow old, I am living in within different walls over years. I am the sign.
Alive.
Living traces around the world. My signature tell the story of who I am.
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