Diary Of Closet Artist
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People say you can slay your demons and bury them deep in the ground. But what will you do if your demons are true flesh and blood, just not in your mind. They don't just lurk in dark depths of your mind, but they also follow you everyday, in different faces, in different places. You meet them day and night, place to place and face to face.
They tell me lies or maybe they are bitter truth. I can not tell what it is. I have been forced to be blinded too many times, too often. Now I can not tell black from white. Or maybe I am too scared to see reality. It can challenge my sanity or my insanity. I don't know which edge should I hold on to because every edge is too sharp, too pointed. But it's not that I am scared to bleed. It's just I don't know if it's worth holding on to anything. After all I am just an artist. A closet artist.
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