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Wannabe


I wanna be the next great creator.
Make beautiful drawings on my nice white paper.

But art isn't really all that appreciated.
it's a form of job that's long been sedated.

But whatev's

Don't need to be a celeb.

That's not what it's about. Not the money or fame.

But emotion and effort. That's what's in this game.

If I could get paid to make art.
I wouldn't sit around, I would set out my heart.
To take part, in changing this world.

In ways and shaped that have been unheard.

I wanna make some fancy art and music.

and set up some cameras to film and shoot it.

I wanna write stories and jot out some comedy.

I'll be the next fuckin' kickass progidy.

But Honestly,

I'm probably just a big fat wannabe.

but fuck it.
Art in all forms is fun as heck and that's what I want to do with my life.
 

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