The Eye

    

 I drew this when bored in class. I wished that I could keep my bored eyes open. But the stick figure got tired, so I cried him away while closing my eyes. The stick figure is my consciousness.

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  1. CharleyMarch 27, 2025 at 3:48 PM

    LOVE IT!

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  2. UniApril 8, 2025 at 6:06 PM

    Little guy tried his best… impossible to keep eyes open in class sometimes, lol

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