Some time ago, I thought that artists have it easy.
They just do what they love and fame, praise, and adoration will come surging like waterfalls.
But now, not only are we unknown, unappreciated, and mocked, our talents are also defined by how much money we make and how much we can please people and give them their fantasies.
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it only hurts when i laugh
Poetry❝𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭...
