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Holocaust dairyThe days dragged on and on, forever working. My fingers were numb. I was cold and lifeless as the millions that have died by the bullet , Im barley breathing. So many questions, Where was god in the time of terror, would he save us ? Was Schindler was a sign of god ? The atmosphere here was still bleak and grey , I always stared at the little light that shone through the bared windows , It reminded me of what hope we have left, hope Is always there, but now there seemed to be little hope for all of us. Always working, always. My eyes avert to the light that is slowly fading, fading to the black cloud that now was in ouHolocaust dairy
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... My Art is Eternal ...
... Like my Love for You ...
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It's not how good a piece is that determines whether it's good or not; it's the heart and passion that one puts into it. I would rather see art that's not so good but full of heart than a piece that is amazing but was considered a burden for the creator.
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"I Ink, Therefore, I Am."
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