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Apr 2018
Lately,
the words haven't been coming.
It's like I've closed off my mind,
to look into the world deeper.

Its torture,
to the poet.
When they long to be inspired,
but the world looks grey.
Your Imaginary Friend
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Your Imaginary Friend  20/M/Vagabond
(20/M/Vagabond)   
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