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I still remember this card I received from my classmate during farewell season of secondary school, where autograph books and thank you letters were exchanged before graduation.  The card, handwritten in beautiful cursive, seemed more a rant than an appreciation note. It went on and on about how I was a teacher’s pet, excelled in everything I did, and was well-liked by everyone. That everything was in my favour and I never struggled with anything. It ended with “ Ugh, you’re

A time before time, burning eternal. The weight brought him to his knees, along with the realisation that this was ground like no other....

not all who wander are lost. but i am lost, i am free. to wander lost. till the waves take me home colour pencil on cardboard textures:...