November 20,2013 10:12PM

Ink stains on my hands I spend ten hours a week trying to describe my passion through a blood stained carving tool I waste paper that last over a hundred years trying to make my ideas into realities Through this whole process my mind rejects my heart saying " You will never be successful in your passions!" " You are wasting your time! " " You will never be able to find something artistic that you love" I try to ignore these blaring comments by working even harder My heart is devoted to my passions but sometimes doubts my ambitions Always cautious and reminding me that I need to find something that I love It is just so hard not to love the only thing that makes you feel loved

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