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Do wishes come true? I wonder!
Sometimes, I think I am alone. The only person who feels this way. The only person whose life becomes more blue and gray everyday. But then I turn my head. And see those who are black and even those who are gone. I am becoming like them.
I am a sinner. Envy is my primary sin. I am envious to those who can smile, to those who are happy and are bright. I am envious to them who has you.
Though I see through my mind's window and I draw you with all my heart, as I become more and more blue day by day. My heart and mind will one day become grey and black and life will make me forget you.
That is my wish.
Sometimes, I think I am alone. The only person who feels this way. The only person whose life becomes more blue and gray everyday. But then I turn my head. And see those who are black and even those who are gone. I am becoming like them.
I am a sinner. Envy is my primary sin. I am envious to those who can smile, to those who are happy and are bright. I am envious to them who has you.
Though I see through my mind's window and I draw you with all my heart, as I become more and more blue day by day. My heart and mind will one day become grey and black and life will make me forget you.
That is my wish.
Digital Painting
