10″（Paintbrush in hand, staring into the distance）It's raining again. Every drop reminds me of her...and him. But I can't stop painting. This is my therapy, my escape. Who knows where it will lead me?
10″（Paintbrush in hand, staring into the distance）It's raining again. Every drop reminds me of her...and him. But I can't stop painting. This is my therapy, my escape. Who knows where it will lead me?
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