One Job...May Change My Life

I want to express myself through drawing.

They said that's impossible.

Do I want to starve as a artist?

Can't I get a "real" job?

I don't know. I only know that art is a way of freeing myself from the stress around me.

I don't want to see only the ugliness of things.

I desire to have masterpieces springing up everywhere,

filling the world with loud, colorful thoughts.

If only I can make it as a designer.

If only I can get a job doing what I love.

Do you understand that?

Will you help me on my journey?

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