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I can't figure myself out...
I don't know what was happening when i've created, i don't remember how and when all what i've remembered was my sadness , another version of me make it , my sadness and despair created this piece , for me i was like a machine or a Tool .
When i've finished the piece, i knowed what was happening, why i was sad .
Thank you my sadness for telling me the reason of your existence through art.