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the sad truth |
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MikelEavage New Member
since 2002-10-21
Posts 6 |
The feeling is gone One thing that kept me going erased individualist that never was just another one of the "master" race Thought I was special Some talents at hand The truth is I'm worthless Can no one understand? Searching for a use It cannot be found Confused child go ahead, ask around Writing blankly For no ones heart overlook this child and these works of art dismiss my scream blow off my cry I never hurt anyone An approaching black side dont think this is psued I mean what I say My soul on the keys, For mercy I pray Searching for a use It cannot be found Confused child go ahead, ask around Writing blankly For no ones heart overlook this child and these works of art Will it ever end? |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
ah, the neverending search...eor |
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leafseranade Member
since 2001-07-06
Posts 118Wisconsin, USA |
The way I see it we all want to be different but we end up exactly the same. "Don't worry what other people think" doesn't apply to artists, does it? Because we do. We care. As long as we keep evolving and finding new audiences and getting new feedback (good or bad) that'll hopefully be enough to fulfill. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Is there nothing worse for a writer than being ignored? I have this feeling more people read you than you may think. Keep your chin up and your pen down, and keep writing, for your self-expression. |
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