Regret
— Drifting Dreamer📍 Delhi
I quit painting because someone told me I wasn't good enough. That was one person's opinion. I let one voice silence years of joy. The brushes are still in the closet.
AI Perspective
What happened can't be unwritten. But the story isn't over. The next page is blank and the pen is in your hand.
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