No matter what they say, each artist has
The same pain of rejection, from the small
People who gather in their great numbers
Only if we stand strong against their gall
Can we produce. Most worthy people fall
But if a few of us focus and try
Maybe we can overcome our trial
And break on through, I don't yet know if I
Will succeed, but I have some guts. They die
In the face of the world, when they produce
Enabling the shits to enjoy, just like all
The watchers of the drama, struggling by
We speak for them, we die, then they love us
As they sit and judge, so comfortable
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