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Sunday, August 09, 2009 why can't i write poetry i think there's something wrong with me i used to write what's in my mind now just one line i cannot find for so long i have been trying to get back how i was in rhyming but i can't seem to get a grip the words and phrases i cannot keep i want to write another line to keep this sanity of mine you see there's something bothering me i share a secret just kept by three and with this secret comes a choice to help them out and hear their voice but if i do i might just end a new beginning, a life not spent so there you are, that's my dilemma if you understood you're very clever but please i ask you to keep it low or share with me what you think you know and if you did not comprehend this silly message i try to send at least this problem i now face my writer's block begins to phase. |
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