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I don't paint things. I don't like to draw things. I don't see things clearly enough. I only see the echoes of things as they reverberate over and over again in my head. For days, I keep telling myself the same things, over and over again. I recount the same words that I should have said, repeating the sentences that feel important to me. It goes over and over again in my head, repeating softly like it really matters. And then I write them down.