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Unsettled Sunday

I’m going crazy.

And blocked from my muse.

Talent growing hazy.

No concentration, burning the fuze.

Broken and ***** toy,

I’ve been thrown apart.

Wake me up, boy,

I can’t hear my own heart.

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