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Jul 2017
Kept behind gates rusted shut
All my words are locked away
Shrouded in fogs of uncertainty
A mural of misanthropic dreams
This art shuttered from my heart
A colorblindness to ink and paper
Rolling my thoughts over and over
Like a roast pig over a spitting fire
I can no longer find my way out
Escaping from my mind's maze
Where no light dares twinkle
Writer's block in extreme depression is a bad thing for me to have...
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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