Matte by Cristofr Gracie

The cravings kept me up, I sat with my leg bouncing for hours. Trying to get up and do something else, but all I could do was paint.

The cravings kept me up, I sat with my leg bouncing for hours. Trying to get up and do something else, but all I could do was paint.

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