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I didn't thought my drawings were special, they were just lines covering a sheet, shapes and shades between my papers that came off of my right hand every time there was a pencil close to me.
I didn't even drew trying to impress or thrill anyone, they were just drawings. I never thought about the tiny possibility of them keeping all of my secrets.
Before it all began I was completely able to affirm that drawings, specifically mine, could not be read.

I was absolutely wrong.