I am an artist.
I do not sing for the crowds,
Or paint for the rich,
Or play for the masses.

It's just me, my pen, and my paper.
There is no glory in this,
No bragging rights to be found,
Only simple solace and peace in my words.

But still,
I am an artist.

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The snow sits softly on the trees,
A pure and
Pleasant sight.

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I can already feel you fading from my mind,
Gone
With
The
Wind

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It just occurred to me that
I can find bonds with other people
That I thought I never could.

Which means I can and will get over you.

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I'm not afraid of the dark
Anymore

Have I conquered the darkness in me?
Or just accepted it?

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You left a very raw lump of anger in my chest and it's
very hard to chip it down
instead of building it
larger and larger

I'm trying to move on but it's so **** hard with no closure.

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I can only imagine your soft voice in my ear,
Teasing me in that dry stoicness you have.

Of course it'd be a lot easier to hear you if you weren't hundreds of miles and a long-distance phone call away.

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