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I try to avoid being cliché but that's my struggle every single day. I know I can't write anything real except for the feelings that I feel. Never different, always the same emotion over and over again. I wish I could feel anger every now and then. I wish what I felt wasn't a trend. I wish I was Bono or Lennon or Dylan. Then I would write about what I believe in. My lyrics would be true, my faith behind. My passion is my music and my life is inside. But what I write, it's all the same! My entire life it's been this way. And though it's my passion, I can't escape the traps for myself that I've made. "Let me go, let me go," I scream. I'm stuck in the mundane like my worst dream. I doubt everything I create; it steals my passion away. It's like war with myself and in no man's land I lay. When will it end? When will I make something that I love, something I don't hate? When will I ditch the clichés and embrace the truth of who I am despite my youth? When will I be like the men I most admire and create something to set hearts on fire?
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Passion, Clichés, and No Man's Land
I try to avoid being cliché but that's my struggle every single day. I know I can't write anything real except for the feelings that I feel. Never different, always the same emotion over and over again. I wish I could feel anger every now and then. I wish what I felt wasn't a trend. I wish I was Bono or Lennon or Dylan. Then I would write about what I believe in. My lyrics would be true, my faith behind. My passion is my music and my life is inside. But what I write, it's all the same! My entire life it's been this way. And though it's my passion, I can't escape the traps for myself that I've made. "Let me go, let me go," I scream. I'm stuck in the mundane like my worst dream. I doubt everything I create; it steals my passion away. It's like war with myself and in no man's land I lay. When will it end? When will I make something that I love, something I don't hate? When will I ditch the clichés and embrace the truth of who I am despite my youth? When will I be like the men I most admire and create something to set hearts on fire?
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nootnootnoodle
16/F
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
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