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My fingers Worn My wrists Tired I can feel the energy leaving my arms As if there's nothing left to write. It can't be true; however, that there's nothing left to write There's got to be something Mermaids Unicorns Rainbows Flowers Life Death ****** Abuse That got dark fast. I could write something, I think I have the energy But what to write about?
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Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
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My fingers Worn My wrists Tired I can feel the energy leaving my arms As if there's nothing left to write. It can't be true; however, that there's nothing left to write There's got to be something Mermaids Unicorns Rainbows Flowers Life Death ****** Abuse That got dark fast. I could write something, I think I have the energy But what to write about?
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Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 10:50 AM UTC
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