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I am an artist, Though I cannot paint. I cannot write a novel. I cannot act in a film. Yet I am an artist, My paintbrush is my razor. My story is told through my tears. My film is life and my smile- is the main character. I am an artist, An artist with a dark truth. A hidden story, And a made up happy ending. I am an artist, An artist that has ran out of space- for my crimson creativity. An artist that has cried my last story; An artist that has pretended for the last day. I am an artist, An artist who has done my time, And has been beaten by sadness. I am an artist, An artist who’s art is not appreciated. An artist who never reach the height of- worlds noticeability, An artist whose art will die as I do. I was an artist, Until my art took over me, And now – I exist not.
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
I am an artist,
I am an artist, Though I cannot paint. I cannot write a novel. I cannot act in a film. Yet I am an artist, My paintbrush is my razor. My story is told through my tears. My film is life and my smile- is the main character. I am an artist, An artist with a dark truth. A hidden story, And a made up happy ending. I am an artist, An artist that has ran out of space- for my crimson creativity. An artist that has cried my last story; An artist that has pretended for the last day. I am an artist, An artist who has done my time, And has been beaten by sadness. I am an artist, An artist who’s art is not appreciated. An artist who never reach the height of- worlds noticeability, An artist whose art will die as I do. I was an artist, Until my art took over me, And now – I exist not.
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
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