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Poets and Artists Don't Get Famous Anymore... Musicians (rarely) Do.

I'm writing right now. I'm writing to write, now. I'm writing to write for me now. No one reads here, without wanting something, (besides what we give them) in return. And no one else reads what is here. So, instead of not writing now, Or writing in hopes of enlightening others, I will be honest. I will write for myself. And I will read it, too.
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kirsten-martin
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May 5, 2011
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.... I have no musical talent.

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