There's a kind of addiction that doesn't show up in a rehab. It doesn't make headlines. It doesn't ruin your liver or sleep instead.
And that's called being an Artist.
First hit
It starts small and innocent.
A line. A single sketch in a margin of a notebook. A song in the shower. And then it happens-that rush. When the world disappears and it's just you, a blank page and something pulling your hands to move.
That's the first hit. That's the drug. And like every addiction, you spent the rest of your life trying to feel it again.
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