Black red ink painting
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Everything felt empty, lonely and cold, I always felt it and I always wanted to fill it but for some reason I couldn't find it until finally I met someone named Mr. Lee, I didn't know who he was, he was smiling at the edge of the alley where I was and at that time it was very dark, quiet and there was only light that couldn't illuminate everything. However, the light managed to make me see what I was doing.
until I met him, the figure I consider to be my father, my family and I would do anything for him.
for the family I have
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