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May 2014
New
O, God please let me create something
Anything.
I'm bogged down with numbers and chemicals.
I'm coated in formulas and structures.

Dissections.

I've become a pro at tearing things apart.

O please O please let me create something beautiful.
Or ugly.
Let me create something new.
Let me contribute.

Or else, how can I leave my mark?
I traded art because it felt impractical.
Anna Vida
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Anna Vida  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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