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Zeronial
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[2006-07-09 00:53:31 +0000 UTC]
(Sweden)
# Statistics
Favourites: 29; Deviations: 40; Watchers: 10
Watching: 11; Pageviews: 8994; Comments Made: 283; Friends: 11
# Interests
Favorite bands / musical artists: NordmanFavorite games: Life
Favorite gaming platform: PC & Sega MegaDrive (Genesis)
Tools of the Trade: Brain
Other Interests: Writing, drawing, singing & politics
# About me
I am the poet that was forced to become a soldier on the battlefield that is life. The dream of being an artist grew out of the extreme lonliness of a cruel and unworthy existence which can only be brought on by the most wicked kind of people: Children. From the first moments of spite, I started shrinking. I shrank over the years until I was nothing but a vessel of other people's biased and unfounded hatred.At the crossroad between self-destruction or breakthrough, I turned the tide with my own hands. Instead of letting waves strike me down I broke the waves, shattered them upon the cliffs of my psyche.
As I broke all relations with people that I met daily, in one stroke, I plummeted into self-chosen exile. I finally felt like I was in control of my own situation for the first time in nine years, but this blessed solitude came at a grave price. I was forced to almost completely freeze my own feelings towards external interest. By raising mental walls against my direct surroundings I became free in my chained existence.
Three years later, I came out of that extremely hostile environment. For the first time in twelve years I felt free and it was mindblowing. The shock of feeling free was too much for me to bear and I had a smaller mental breakdown that summer, where I cried for hours. I just couldn't understand what I had been through and I felt scarred.
Those scars have not healed even though it's soon been ten years since the worst of it. During and after my time as bullied I created poetry and art. Since I got out of the mental-state of being hunted, which took a number of more years, I stopped writing and I stopped sketching. Maybe I stopped because I tried to convince myself that I was finally over it, that I finally could let go.
But that's just a romanticized dream. We can't go back to the times before bad things happened to us and we cannot walk forward without our old experiences, clinging on like parasites.
I don't know how much time I will spend on art but I feel as if Deviantart is my forum for whatever endeavour I get myself into. This is where I started my creativity, this is my home. I hope we will be able to share our demons together.
# Comments
Comments: 25
Interesting.Why would you complain about life in Sweden?
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Tack fΓΆr favoriten, Oscar!
Jag ΓΆnskar en trevlig kvΓ€ll till dig och dina!
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Np, Scrooge is an awesome character
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good. i'm always happy to hear i made someone happy
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Haha, yes I am!
Wait a minute, why haven't we become friends here on dA yet?
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i thought we were?
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Now it's all fixed ^^
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well, officially yeah
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hej Oscar!
i think i have finally found a use for one of the photos you sent me. im going to colour one of my old drawings in my gallery and use one of your photos as the background.
of coarse, i will give you credit for it.
right-o must be off!
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Jag vill ha den som print!
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Hihi, thanks
I'm the top of the world! X-P
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Hello! Thank you for the nice comment! 
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