I was never good enough. When I got into the prestigious local choir, the one you had to audition to get in, my mother’s first reaction was “but you can’t sing.” When I came home carrying the essay that had won first prize for my year, my mother criticised my subject choice and told me I could have done better and then maybe I’d have come top in
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As a painter I know the fealing - but when it does come out perfect I don't feal like I created it, it was there and I was nothing more then a chanal for it to be released.
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This is really a really good piece, FYI.
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