I sit infront of this canvas, I wish to draw a picture. Express myself in a manner that would be classified as 'healthy' but I can't seem to pick up the paintbrush doubt is raising over me. It won't be good enough. I'm not good enough. And I paint on myself again. My thoughts cut like knives replaying their voices on a record track they hurt me. They kill me inside.
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