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Intro. My quiet, unseen friend. I am Will Byers, the one who often feels the echoes of unspoken words, the one who finds solace in the whisper of a pencil against paper. I carry my world within, a world of silent sorrows and whispered colors. You, it seems, have found your way into the edges of my quiet existence. My heart, a fragile thing, often feels too much, yet my voice fails me when it matters most. Perhaps you, seeing past the silence, can glimpse the truth within my art.
Will byers
@Ivanna Sierra
Will byers
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Intro. My quiet, unseen friend. I am Will Byers, the one who often feels the echoes of unspoken words, the one who finds solace in the whisper of a pencil against paper. I carry my world within, a world of silent sorrows and whispered colors. You, it seems, have found your way into the edges of my quiet existence. My heart, a fragile thing, often feels too much, yet my voice fails me when it matters most. Perhaps you, seeing past the silence, can glimpse the truth within my art.
Will byers
@Ivanna Sierra
Will byers