I got poet.
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I enjoy writing. I enjoy photography too. I enjoy looking at artwork. Someday I hope I'll brush my skills enough to make em too. I have a flair for the dramatic. I enjoy a lil bit of directing for school dramas. Can't act.
Now and then, I like to sing. I'm your stereotypical artsy nerd(with reference to the context).
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Here's a poem I wrote about a year ago.
"Oh my wild heart dreams of such strange things.
Things that lie beyond the eye of imagination.
With every drop of time, that drips into the oblivion,
That thing drifts a little further away.
How fast my tempted mind races, to get a hold over
That queer little thing which never stays still.
It is determined. To fade away as quickly
As it came into the memory. To fade away and
Leave behind the traces of a beautiful mystery.
There are things which should be acquired and achieved.
And things that are meant to be fleeting and free- dreams."