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A description of how I feel when I write |
| My lowest points come with ideas, So write my point to liquify my fears. To put one soul into a piece, Sometimes a hair shows up in this feast. But you have take the screams, And the customers right, and have to learn what they mean. But despite my strange sense of confidence, My mind is in pain and my body laments. But my words on this page, I have to keep as my happiness fades. |