A pen is like a teleport. Once I pick it up, I no longer sit in my room with paper infront of me. I am fighting magic creatures; falling in love; ruling the kingdom or fighting against the villains.

And even though my face may be unknown for you, I uncovered something else from me. Pieces of my soul.

-Vennie Star
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vevetos vevetos Jul 20, 2023 10:18PM
Ale ahojte svište moje, už to je skoro rok, čo som sa vám ozvala však? Hádam ste si ale nemysleli, že sa ma ale len tak ľahko zbavíte. No tak to teda nie! Dokonca som vám vydala aj novú časť z Matky...
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