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Her brush slides across the paper. As she looks down at the creation, Her face filled with Pain. Sorrow. Lonliness. She is searching...... As the brush spreads black paint... She stares down, Upon the artwork. Unable, to find. What she is looking for.
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
She Paints.
Her brush slides across the paper. As she looks down at the creation, Her face filled with Pain. Sorrow. Lonliness. She is searching...... As the brush spreads black paint... She stares down, Upon the artwork. Unable, to find. What she is looking for.
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
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