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Feb 2013
I create to live
it's killing me
people joke about the starving artist
that brood and smoke
their imported cigarettes
and whine about lack of funds
I am a starving artist
artist in the least sense
broke in the most
not a single cent I have to spend
I'm questioning my ability
to survive just one more day
I always do
what a shame
Jacob Sykes
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Jacob Sykes  Ashland, Oregon
(Ashland, Oregon)   
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