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I feel the need to draw something. A big, elaborate picture that is welling up inside me, with all the minor details and little things that make it mean as much as it does, and then I start to cry. I need to draw, but I know that with my drawing skills, I would never be able to draw it good enough to satisfy myself, and it would eat away at me because I can't. But it eats at me even now. There is no way that I can put down what I am feeling in words. It would never be good enough. And so I write, write about what I wish I could draw, a drawing of love, hatred, pain, forgiveness, and tears. I could never describe how I feel about this. I need to draw, to get this huge image out of my head, but I can't. So I write. And I write and I write and I write. But it will never be enough. All these words I have said would not be enough to get a thousandth, nay, a millionth of the words required to describe what I am feeling. And as I write, my tears flow free. I cannot stop them. It is as if a dam has broken inside me. All the feelings I have tried so hard to keep inside me are trying to get out, but they can't. I know that slowly it will drive me crazy, and I will never feel the same again. So this is a goodbye to what I used to be, and a welcoming of what I am becoming, and will be soon.

Description
I feel the need to draw something. A big, elaborate picture that is welling up inside me, with all the minor details and little things that make it mean as much as it does, and then I start to cry. I need to draw, but I know that with my drawing skills, I would never be able to draw it good enough to satisfy myself, and it would eat away at me because I can't. But it eats at me even now. There is no way that I can put down what I am feeling in words. It would never be good enough. And so I write, write about what I wish I could draw, a drawing of love, hatred, pain, forgiveness, and tears. I could never describe how I feel about this. I need to draw, to get this huge image out of my head, but I can't. So I write. And I write and I write and I write. But it will never be enough. All these words I have said would not be enough to get a thousandth, nay, a millionth of the words required to describe what I am feeling. And as I write, my tears flow free. I cannot stop them. It is as if a dam has broken inside me. All the feelings I have tried so hard to keep inside me are trying to get out, but they can't. I know that slowly it will drive me crazy, and I will never feel the same again. So this is a goodbye to what I used to be, and a welcoming of what I am becoming, and will be soon.