THE AMATEUR
In my journey of capturing freedom, I found the essence of beauty, a soul that manifested into being. A solid projection of vivid colors.
Nothing seems comparable to this newfound diamond. And when I trace back to my previous phase, it keeps fall in loop. Repeating the same pain to endure. Past is a complex trap of timeline but at least, now I'm finally sure it's new and pure.
O, dear prophet of fate. Thanks to make it all alive. Less-blurry than before like a common product of metaphor. Now I'm blessed with immense curiosity, wondering around how it would become.
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