What you call art, I call hot air.
Call yourself an artist and I will call you pretentious. Go ahead, say you are beautiful, I wont care that you care way too much; About proving you are better than myself at a particular occupation. Give credit where credit is due but do not flaunt your better qualities, because then your just an artist. The tombstone read: I created art for you but I only loved myself, besides, we are all just trying to prove we're not indifferent.
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Blake
I'm 19. I like to write. Share with me what you think of the sentences I make.
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