I can't sing, draw, write, or act.
I take chorus to help my pitch.
I take art to learn technique.
I write stories to narrate.
I use all of these things to act.
I can act as though everything is okay.
Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013
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