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i wish i could properly express the gut wrenching SOB i had when i first thought of drawinf this and then while i was drawing it too. genuinely it was the worst wave of pain it was so insane
With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
y do i have an art acc if i just post here anyway ….. n e way ….. edwar death 2 smoochy i lov u