{
	"name": "[DAGGER]ing My Childhood",
	"files": [
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			"name": "[DAGGER]ing My Childhood",
			"mediaType": "image/jpeg"
		}
	],
	"image": "ipfs://QmcdmYobMPgRC7zAs6DUE9SBhCzYvMQPiRkP7zgXVpdL7V",
	"Artist": "Kalamity",
	"mediaType": "image/png",
	"Collection": "Black & White & Dark ",
	"description": [
		"In the aftermath of the storm, there was a child, once innocent,",
		" now bearing the scars of a war dagger that raged within the wal",
		"ls of home. The abuse, like a relentless tempest, had left its m",
		"ark, etching a narrative of pain and suffering that no child sho",
		"uld ever endure. The wounds were not merely physical but also et",
		"ched upon the child's soul. It was a story of torment and despai",
		"r, where every day brought a new battle, a new encounter with th",
		"e darkness that dwelled in the heart of those who should have be",
		"en protectors.\nThe scars, both visible and hidden, were a remind",
		"er of the horrors of abuse, but they were also a testament to th",
		"e capacity for healing and recovery. The child's journey was one",
		" of enduring the unendurable, of finding a way to emerge from th",
		"e darkness into the light. \n-kalamity-"
	],
	"No. Editions": "1"
}