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Dear artist

When the odds are stacked against you
When the park bench you're sleeping on is much colder than usual
When the drugs just aren't killing the pain anymore
When your best friend is 2nd only to your mind on your list of enemies
When you can't even seem to end your life without failing
Look up my dear artist
Look up my dear writer
Remember the greats
When you have gotten your manuscript back in the mail with your 26th rejection letter
when the world has turned its back
when your family has long given up and left you
when your stomach aches from hunger
and all the dumpsters have long been harvested
Don't cry dear artist
Don't cry dear writer
It gets better
Remember the greats
When Detox intake sighs, rolls their eyes
at the site of you literally crawling yet again into their office
When your daughter no longer takes your calls
When rats chew at your pants while you sleep
When you awaken no longer wearing shoes and you have more hole than sock
Say a prayer Dear Artist
Say a prayer Dear Writer
It gets better
Remember the greats
When the drink no longer keeps you warm
When you are the last in line and the meal tickets are short
When your arms are so abscessed
you cannot lift your thumb to hitchhike away from this forsaken place
Keep your head Dear Artist
Keep your head dear Writer
It gets better
Remember the greats
And who are the greats you ask?
He Received 30 rejections and the author threw it in the trash. Luckily his wife fished it out again and encouraged him to resubmit it. The book was Carrie - the author Stephen king
William S. Burroughs was almost 40 when his first novel Junky was published
Hunter S. Thompson's First fiction novel wasn't published until 40 years after it was written, then it was made into a hit movie starring hollywood's biggest actor Johnny Depp.... Rum Diary
Charles Bukowski lived on park benches, in skidrow hotels and worked menial job after menial low paying job until being offered $100/month for the rest of his life to quit the post office and write full time. A year later he published his first novel, he was 49 years old.
Hell, even Thomas De quincy was 36 when he published confessions of an English Opium Eater
you get the point Dear Artist
So when you have worn out your welcome at the 12 step meetings
When the voices in your head become louder than your own
When those things you see out of the corner of your eye are getting closer
When you can no longer tell when you are awake and when you are having a nightmare
When the food on your plate begins to move on its own
When the CIA has collected enough evidence against you
When security moves towards you with the straight jacket
When you are sure that you cannot go on
When you are sure that this is the end
Reach out Dear artist
Reach out dear writer
It gets bet....... aaaahhhhhh, who am I kidding
By now your pretty MUCH FUCKED!
Written by krisdow
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