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... 3 AM.
Subject line: ’Regarding Your Submission.’
I didn’t need to open it. My masterpiece was trash. I was trash.
My cramped Warsaw apartment felt like a coffin. Empty ramen cups covered the floor. The glow from my Realme phone was the only light.
It was from Fistoria. The last platform. The one I grew up loving.
Four years. I gave it four years. Dropped out of school. Listened to my parents’ "I told you so" on a loop in my head.
This was it. The e ...
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