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Vincent Van Gogh

Hopelessness, unwanted, unappreciated
That's what I feel.
Raw Pain
My eyes are bottomless pits of emotion.
My expression gives it away.
The Bags under my eyes
That's how I look as I paint.
As the brush swirls, my face remains, clenched my eyes still stay.
Forever lost in a realm of nothingness,
where my paints are my tools
and my easel, my escape.




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