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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.
Posted by tasker at 10:22 AM
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