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If art is happiness, what do you when you can't make art?
For six long years I've captured beauty around me with a click
From the begining of my craft it all started with a click
Making prints, burning rolls, all from the sound of one soft click
The joy and happiness of all these photos continued to build click
But as I began to grow and learn my craft I started to look at others clicks
Heroes of the streets named Bresson, Capa, and Lange with their thunderous clicks
Making the world turn and love and think while I just click
I know I'll make some friends in town to share the joy but it was all just one impenatrable click
And slowly there were less clicks
How can I make art when nobody notices my click
In my life there were things that just weren't starting to click
My relationships, my schooling, the outside world, there were no clicks
I started thinking that maybe the loudest click would be the sound of a gun going click
Pulling back the hammer there was my click
But no, fuck that, then it started to click
I don't need to seek others approval for me to make clicks
I remembered the times of wasting film and taking photos just for the pure joy brought by a click
I went and picked up my camera and it released the shutter as fast as I could, indiscriminate clicks
This is my world and I decide what makes me happy, to hell with the others these are my clicks
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