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Jun 2013
I am worthless
I am useless
I am broken
I can not do anything right
And I don't have a talent
I can't dance or sing or play an instrument

So when I take my blade
And create a pattern
A picture
I finally
Have a talent
In that moment
I am an artist.
Written by
empty dreams
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