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Feb 2016
he put down his paint brush,
and told his artistic heart to shush,
for he was no longer feeling the lovely creative rush,
reality was gently tugging at his sleeve
telling him its time to leave
hurrying, so he won't decieve society
as time passed, he went from an artist
to a blank canvas
he was finally human at last,
sadly.
this is what happens when you loose your artistic touch, you become emotionless, artless, souless= human etc. In my opinion. <3
m i a
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