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ink drawing of a dungeon

Dungeon was a mistake. It was a cage I was in, an unbelievably paralysing migraine, a means of relief. A smear of ink became a symbol for what I felt like when things became too much and when it seemed no-one around me could help. The drawing was therapeutic.