Gravity Check
The autobiography of a fleeting life.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Isn't it sad?
Art.
Art
art
Artist.
Artist
artist
I hate these words because they steal validity from me.
What does that make me?
The constraint of those words make me nothing.
I am nothing.
I will always be nothing, these words all to thank.
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