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Sep 2015
I cannot write.
I cannot write.

My hand shakes,
My head aches,
I cannot write.

My mind's blank,
My heart's black,
I cannot write.

My love's blind,
My eyes' find,
That I cannot write.
You see, I'm not a great writer. And now you see why.
Scarlett Tropical
Written by
Scarlett Tropical  Tokyo
(Tokyo)   
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       ---, chris and courtney
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