| You have to suffer for your art, struggle, gasp
and choke
spit out bitter tasting pills
that won't ever be swallowed
kick against conformity
be told that you're wasting your life
find love
lose love
find happiness
lose happiness
sit,
hunched in a corner,
in tears
clenching a rock,
bare-chested
and question it all
whether it's all worth it and in a daze
when you wake up, trapped between dreams and reality
you'll find a song or a poem or a photograph that you've created
that makes the process
the mechanics
the highs and lows
all worth while
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