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Watching documentaries about your trendy bands. The 'Creative Process'. My shaking hands. I'm inspiration and envy and my own constant shame Because I'm still Lost to Larsson but by a new name. I find meaning in nothing and nothing is mine. I find meaning in water, in four inked red lines. I fixate and form cycles, I'm Beckett's star act. I make all these references, I muddle all that. I'm an artist, I read, these aren't my own thoughts. I'm not troubled, just open, And I'm not really lost. So what can I believe in? Hell, what can anyone? **** God. **** 'The Classics' I'll believe in being young.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
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Watching documentaries about your trendy bands. The 'Creative Process'. My shaking hands. I'm inspiration and envy and my own constant shame Because I'm still Lost to Larsson but by a new name. I find meaning in nothing and nothing is mine. I find meaning in water, in four inked red lines. I fixate and form cycles, I'm Beckett's star act. I make all these references, I muddle all that. I'm an artist, I read, these aren't my own thoughts. I'm not troubled, just open, And I'm not really lost. So what can I believe in? Hell, what can anyone? **** God. **** 'The Classics' I'll believe in being young.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
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