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TeenageYou can share what all u do to be an artist or write or photographer or anything artistic.Let the world know how much u work from this little age.Love you all.
Well this journal is about those awesome age we all miss and those best age most of deviants are living..their teenage...
You know whats its specialty? Everything is special of u guys
You guys don't have anything much to thing.U guys are free birds by nature. If properly mentored you guys are the future of Art.I see the talented guys who make awesome Artworks in their little age itself those who hardworking from this age itself.Please support them, because if u didn't support them they wont do it.because they live in a strange world with lot of things going around them.SO all you have to do is just a push.
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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