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i just canít think of words
canĎt carry the weight they do
and canít think as sharp  
as iíd like to be.  
 
thereís no creativity
or passion left
in my veins
blood runs cold
nights get shorter
and i get smaller  
 
canít think of something to write
and it drives me crazy
my mind is a mess
all confused because of them
people
circumstances
i am sick
and just want to lie down
in the dark, and
connect with the words again
Written by copingwithwords__
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