Art

I remember that one time that my childhood hopes and dreams of becoming an artist were crushed by the sad reality that money is what keeps you alive
and that every time that someone suggested that I make art for a living/ reminded me of "the incredible talent that I was letting go to waste", I felt my soul shrivel up a little more inside of me, and felt like crying/dying as I continued reading up on anatomy
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