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I remember those days when I used to paint ardently. It was therapeutic for me. There wouldn’t be a single day when I wouldn’t paint. I was so sure that it was meant for me. Pastels and paint bottles lying around my room all day made me happy and content even though it made my room look so shabby. https://www.happitudestudio.com/stress-anxiety-and-depression/i-was-losing-motivation-in-things-i-used-to-once-love/
