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Sep 2012
I get so confused
Sometimes

When I put my pen to the paper in front of me
It moves
And it doesn't stop
It doesn't stop for a long time
A very
Very
Long...
Time

Other times
I put my pen to the paper in front of me
And
It just
Doesn't have
Any idea
Whatsoever
It's expected to do

I don't know
I really don't
I think my goal
Well, a goal
Atleast
Is to figure out
How in the Hell
To get my pen
To perk it up
To set it on it's little course
Across this
Clean
White
Sheet
Of
Paper
John
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John  28/M/New York
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