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From the moment I gained spiritual consciousness, what I saw was the most filthy and ugly scene in the world. Countless people touch my soul through the drawing paper, day after day, year after year. Their eyes were disgusting and disgusting. I struggled and resisted, but to no avail. No one heard me, and no one rescued me. Maybe God finally couldn't stand it anymore and allowed the blood of the last owner's family to create me. At the same time that he was exterminated, I walked out of the painting. Going to this world, going to the sunshine and darkness that I have never seen...