this thing that was important to me then
no longer moves me
petrified in complacency
no artistic force drives
creativity
identity
lost
I don't know what matters to me anymore.
production lacks
existence of self-acknowledgement
acknowledgement is outsourced
communication becomes dynamic
without validation, fails
those who cannot tolerate this burden
this attempt at self-expression to others
is making people feel bad
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