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Macabre Writers Block
Macabre Writers Block
Alone there he stands, Pen and paper in hand As it becomes the sword of the creative man But when the sword becomes blunt You’re lost, like the runt and you’re left with no escape plan. Except the one on your wrist Already marked with death’s kiss A telling sign of your pain dismissed Forget feeling alive As you fight to survive Just living ‘till tomorrow, will do. ___________ I'm so cool. |
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