The more I worry about my art work and how I progress...the more I worry about other things. Money, love life, my job, the future and my irreconcilable past.
...some say, I do it to myself.
...those that love and care for me say, it'll all work out in the end.
...it's ironic, I say to myself.
because all I care about is...myself.
and I all want is, the end.
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