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Sunday, February 27, 2011

blocke

Writer's block has killed my muse.
Need another drink to light my fuse.
I can't write when I am bored.
Maybe I've forgotten what this is for.
Nothing's coming to my head.
If I can't fix it soon I might as well be dead.
Mind is blank because of you.
All I ever wanted was to seek the truth.
Maybe it's time to write love songs.
Maybe then my heart and brain will get along.
We just met so what's the use?
Never meant to scare you with my voice.
Manifesto greatest piece yet.
Now I'm getting nervous cause I cannot match it.
Was my perfect hardcore drug trip.
Freed my mind from my body's grip.

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