Human

Sometimes it takes
A knock down
A rejection
A twinge of pain in your cold, steal heart
To remind you that you are human and there is no denying it.

-HRG

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I am an artist. With my body. With my mind. With my fingers. With my soul. With a pen. With a brush. With a camera. With an instrument. I am an artist. Now, if I may ask, what are you?

Sitting in Spilt Ink

Human

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I am an artist. With my body. With my mind. With my fingers. With my soul. With a pen. With a brush. With a camera. With an instrument. I am an artist. Now, if I may ask, what are you?

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I am an artist. With my body. With my mind. With my fingers. With my soul. With a pen. With a brush. With a camera. With an instrument. I am an artist. Now, if I may ask, what are you?