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happening to me? I’m in so much pain, I — I don’t think I can do this anymore.</p><p id="a67e" type="7">You were born to create.</p><p id="771d">What’s the point of all this? It doesn’t make any sense. I’m so confused, I — I don’t think I can do this anymore.</p><p id="42ef" type="7">You were born to create.</p><p id="ea13">Please tell me this isn’t real. Tell me this is all in my head. I must be crazy, I — I don’t think I can do this anymore.</p><p id="4857" type="7">You were born to create.</p><p id="480d"><b><i>What does that even mean?!</i></b></p><p id="97b1" type="7">Those emotions, experiences, and endless tears — they are your brushes, lens

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es, pens, and clay.</p><p id="36a4" type="7">Those doubts, hardships, and deepest fears — they are the words you now can convey.</p><p id="fdec">So <b><i>speak</i></b>. It doesn’t matter how. <i>You can make your own language if you want to.</i></p><p id="0b5f">Take your pain — <i>and turn it into something beautiful.</i></p><h1 id="b950">You were born to create.</h1><p id="d352"><b><i>Thank you for the prompt,</i></b> <a href="undefined"><b>𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.<i></i></b></a><b><i>~</i></b></p><figure id="48cf"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*2kxXt86RzrvaZyRmJoIxcw.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure></article></body>

Turn It Into Something Beautiful

Inspired by Friday’s Prompt; Reflective February

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Why am I even here? Why is this happening to me? I’m in so much pain, I — I don’t think I can do this anymore.

You were born to create.

What’s the point of all this? It doesn’t make any sense. I’m so confused, I — I don’t think I can do this anymore.

You were born to create.

Please tell me this isn’t real. Tell me this is all in my head. I must be crazy, I — I don’t think I can do this anymore.

You were born to create.

What does that even mean?!

Those emotions, experiences, and endless tears — they are your brushes, lenses, pens, and clay.

Those doubts, hardships, and deepest fears — they are the words you now can convey.

So speak. It doesn’t matter how. You can make your own language if you want to.

Take your pain — and turn it into something beautiful.

You were born to create.

Thank you for the prompt, 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.~

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