The Artist

There were times he wished he could make the lines on the page disappear. They laughed at him. Told him how to express himself. Blocked his thoughts, which a blank surface would have beckoned forth. Strangled him until the time was up.

He was told the page was empty, but all he could see was a page filled with lines.

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