1. My desk. My very essence. It's where I create, destroy, grow and eliminate. It is a workzone, a warzone, and a place of peace of mind.
2. Notice the swirls on my hand. The swirls descend to the crook of my arm where they end, and shoot out 5 seperate lines that twist and tangle, yet all meet at an arrow, which points to the word love. Though you cannot see it, trust me, it's there.
3. A book cover? A book called 101, written by me. The story of a frightened teen fighting more problems than any single person ever feel compelled to do so.
My life. My story. Take it as you will.
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