Struggles
Why is there always a struggle. Why is there always an end. I keep asking myself, but the answer slipped through my hands..
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I'm YOHIO, 16-year old boy from Sweden. Artist.
Why is there always a struggle. Why is there always an end. I keep asking myself, but the answer slipped through my hands..
And the bird bid good night to the sky..
He saw it flying towards him. It was the biggest one he had ever seen in his life. But why was it attacking. Why this sudden burst of anger. Just a second ago it was roaming the sky peacefully.