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Losing a piece of art you created is like losing a piece of yourself. It's like losing a beloved pet. You can always replace it but it will never be the one you fell in love with, and no matter how hard you look at it you know it can never be perfect. Perfection is in the moment. It's organic. You can't duplicate that. The lighting, the composition, the design was as immaculate as an eccentric like me could get it.
I don't even care that I have to do it again. I just can't stand how absolute it was and how it will never be again, and the fact that it's going to be torture to try and redo it to that standard. I can't even think about it right now. From now on I save my work in three places, not just two.
My heart hurts.
My lungs are tight.
I'm sweating.
And that's not even because I've been smoking again.
I don't even care that I have to do it again. I just can't stand how absolute it was and how it will never be again, and the fact that it's going to be torture to try and redo it to that standard. I can't even think about it right now. From now on I save my work in three places, not just two.
My heart hurts.
My lungs are tight.
I'm sweating.
And that's not even because I've been smoking again.