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do angels exist?
first death
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monsters in the closet
Lady Cruel of the basement
homeless... hopeless?

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Poems and short stories ©   by Arno and Anna unless differently stated (Disclaimer).

Ask any adult a simple thing about their childhood, and be surprised. Most cannot answer your question. Ask yourself the same question, and you will most likely see your childhood as a schweizer cheese - full of holes and cavities. Things that used to be self-evident parts of you have simply vanished, sneaked away. Perhaps you left them behind while hasting to the next meeting, or perhaps they were left on the porch when you moved out from your childhood house.

Once I promised myself that this would not happen to me. So far I have remembered the little girl I once was, because still she is me. Then one day I got scared. What if it DOES happen to me? What if I forget to take her with me and she gives up and stops following my trail? To prevent this, I took a pen and some paper and started a journey in my past. And how much I had already almost forgotten, it makes me feel too ashamed to even think of it.

This is a collection of penned-down photographs, pictures of who I used to be, and still am.