After such a horrible day of recalling my childhood bully and how poisonous a person she was and still is. I had to release my hurt, the only way I can truly let it out.
A cup of wickedness.
However, enough was enough. I had given her a day of pain and importance. And with that I burnt the bridge. I burnt her image in my head. All the is left are ashes of the past. And no room for her to grow. I wish her nothing but tranquility and stillness of heart and mind. She is a troubled person, whom may never find their way.
So today I focus on nicer things, such as this
A travelling little mouse. A snippet of an incomplete illustration.
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