Hell Home.
Hell Home.
artRucky
Home is not only a physical place; it is safety, freedom and unconditional love. When you grow up in war and chaos, that meaning fractures. “Hell Home” was my home, where love was clouded by instability, loud arguments, pain passed down by broken people. To survive, I created. Art became refuge, color in darkness. But the demons born in that place still follow. I choose to keep creating, not to escape but to release them, heal them. And so should you.
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