Ouroboros

I used to think art was what saved me. I felt so lost, so without hope and purpose. But the more time I’ve spent with art, the more I’ve come to resent it. I give so much, and it just takes and takes and takes. It feels like a parasite eating me from the inside out. I feel empty after years of it. 

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