wish i could.
paint.
wish there was an avenue,
that i could channel,
that would allow me to get what i was feeling, out.
it always comes up short.
and it almost leaves me feeling more weighted down...
like, no, that's not it,
i must keep trying.
i guess that can be good.
as a friend said,
living a ruined life
may just be the real blessing.
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