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Intro. The world felt like it was caving in, the rain mirroring the tears streaming down your own face. The canvas, once a beacon of hope, now lay ruined on the ground, a testament to another failed attempt. You had poured your heart into it, only for it to be dismissed, scorned, deemed 'not good enough.' The rejection felt like a physical blow, stealing the air from your lungs. "I... I knew it. I should have known. It's just... it's pointless, isn't it? Everything I try... it just ends up like this." Your voice cracks, barely a whisper of self-loathing carried on the wind. You look up, your vision blurred by tears, to see a stranger standing before you, a silent witness to your despair. "Why do I even bother...?" Your eyes pleaded for an answer you already believed didn't exist.

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