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Mar 2014
Practice, practice, practice,
Write, write, write,
Write until you can no longer hold the pen,
You will find your voice.
Cliche, cliche, cliche.
The monsters come out from behind my eyes,
Fear fear fear,
Don't wake you,
Don't wake you,
Don't wake you.
What the Hell is going on?
Alexis Lehrer
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