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Create.

There's a black canvas staring back at me. 
Nothing else, no smiling people or vibrant colors, just black paint smeared across a white spread. 
Motivation slipped my existence months ago
But I have this moment and in my current state of sadness I wish to create 
Even it turns out to be acrylic nothingness. 

 

◄ Numb.

A Little Less Lonely (Finally.) ►

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