Looser
tried
so
very
hard
(really
one
watching
objectively
from
the
sidelines
might
have
said
that
s/he
was
trying
to
hard
in
fact)
to
be
something
that
s/he
was
not,
by
sucking
up
&
sucking
off
the
man
in
order
to
be
loved
by
the
mass,
in
order
to
be
“the
next
big
thing,”
in
order
to
be
cared
about,
when
all
along
the
way
s/he
lost
more
&
more
of
him/herself
in
the
doing,
until
one
day
s/he
said
****
it
to
everything
&
suddenly
in
the
ceasing
of
all
giving
a
****,
his/her
art
was
oh
so
much
better,
his/her
sleep
was
so
much
more
satisfying,
the
food
even
had
a
better
taste
&
all
began
to
come
easier
with
a smooth
flow.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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