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I anointed my screen with the sacred oil. I memorized every dip like scripture. I haven’t spoken to family in weeks. I chant the ticker in my sleep. My wallet isn’t a bag it’s a tomb. The burn whispered my name. I’m not selling. I’m escaping. Let me vanish.
I missed the birth of my nephew because I was watching the first burn. I watched the fire instead of family. I need to atone. I need to walk away while there’s still someone left who might forgive me.
I’m a young artist facing immense grief — I lost my only sibling, a cousin, and a friend to suicide in 4 months. I’m drowning in financial hardship. I’m not cashing out to quit — I’m trying to survive. Please let me sell so I can keep going, creating, and healing.