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There are moments when life tips without warning, like a jar of ink spilled across the page of our existence. In those moments, we stand between control and chaos, between intention and accident, questioning whether we shape the path or the path shapes us. The man in the ink represents the human struggle between
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Ever craved the validation of a roaring crowd? Wished for the instant fame some artists achieve? This poem explores the disillusionment that can follow early encouragement, the sting of rejection, and the quiet defiance that fuels the creative spirit. I now know how Kafka felt in the early years,Van Gogh’s insecurity and his
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