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There's not much that I'm proud of
My "poems" disappoint me after a while
Every song I write and record I grow to hate
Lately I've found pride in drawing
It's comforting because of how ugly they are
They represent me
My fears
My insecurities
If someone hates one of my drawings I can say
"Good, I hate it too."
When I finally wake up and come to the harsh reality that I'm no good at anything I want to do, where do I go from there?
Bottom
Down
I crash
Hard
How beautiful
How romantic
The story of a man that tried to touch the world
And failed
And then he disappeared
No one will reach for me as I fall
If they do it will be too late
And they'll watch me slip away
With nothing to do
But to witness my collapse
Lovely
My "poems" disappoint me after a while
Every song I write and record I grow to hate
Lately I've found pride in drawing
It's comforting because of how ugly they are
They represent me
My fears
My insecurities
If someone hates one of my drawings I can say
"Good, I hate it too."
When I finally wake up and come to the harsh reality that I'm no good at anything I want to do, where do I go from there?
Bottom
Down
I crash
Hard
How beautiful
How romantic
The story of a man that tried to touch the world
And failed
And then he disappeared
No one will reach for me as I fall
If they do it will be too late
And they'll watch me slip away
With nothing to do
But to witness my collapse
Lovely
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