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💔🫥 Ever had one of those moments where everything just... cracks? This raw, sketch-like piece captures that split-second realization when the mask slips, the weight settles, and you’re left holding the fragments of something you thought was whole.
Our unraveling figure kneels, hands gripping the jagged edges of their own fractured head—while the broken pieces lie scattered like remnants of a past self. The empty background only amplifies the isolation, like a visual representation of that hollow, post-meltdown silence. 🫂🔎
🕳️⚡ Is it an identity crisis? A breaking point? Or just another Tuesday? Whatever it means to you, this piece gets it. Hang it up as an ode to the beautifully messy, falling-apart-to-rebuild kind of moments we all go through. Because sometimes, you gotta break to put yourself back together.