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The Barking Wall I remember as a kid I used to cover my face with my hands, and peek at the world through my fingers. I could see the
world, but the world couldn't see me. Nowadays I find myself assimilating with the hybrid, a creature I share a betwixt nature with, for we are both between two worlds, having multiple origins, and demand our own realm, such as a gothic castle, a tomb, or limbo to serve as a haven. I seek to create a peace with a conflict of belonging.
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