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She went on with life, taking pictures. Her art became darker, more disturbed. She started photographing imagines that she found symbolized loneliness and isolation. It was the only thing she could make sense of.
He went on with life, barely. He woke up everyday in a shitty town and worked a soulless job. He got a tattoo. One he'd dedicated to her. A tiny camera with cross hatching over the lens.
Another part of his story. The only chapter he regretted ending too soon.
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tattoos and photos
Short Storyshe took pictures to express her art, he inked his skin to express his.
