In a World without Art
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Concluida mar, nov 15, 20165m
In a world where art it dead, music is dead, creativity is dead, there is an aspiring artist who isn't accepted in this world.
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This is a short story that I wrote for school and I think that it turned out pretty well since I don't usually write. This is based on a picture.
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