you know that feeling when your brain just... *blanks* and it’s not even like an empty blank it’s a full blank a HEAVY blank a canvas staring at you like it knows you got nothing left after you finally moved mom into the place and now it’s just this weird quiet in my studio all the time and all the art school kids are like "express your trauma" and i'm here like my trauma is my lack of trauma or something this sterile emptiness is its own kind of scream you just can't hear it.
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