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Contributed by
summers
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Thursday, 17th March 2005 @ 03:23:51 AM in AEST
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so at the end of the night when you sit down
its just you, the alcohol, and what youve made for the day,
and one who says all life is glory obviously isnt living.
because ive sat over this pen and paper
and tried to escape the routine of suffering,
but its inevitable,
and finally it has to strike you:
this is life.
this cycle of suffering intertwined with brief moments of happiness.
this is why an artist lives.
this is the culmination of every experience youve had
and this is where its all released
and this is where raw emotion is born
and bled out
agony will never stop,
but its up to the artist to capture it
and let it trickle in drops or torrents
until its all out in the open.
until what you have in front of you is the photograph of your life.
once you have severed these attachments, then, and only then, will the suffering end
well, for tonight, at least.
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summers
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2005-03-17 03:23:51]
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Thursday, 17th March 2005 @ 03:28:11 AM AEST
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