I need to write something
No, no you don’t understand
I need to write
I need to prove something
(Though I do not know what it is)
That I’m talented?
That I’m alive?
That despite weeks and weeks
And months and months
Of retreating into the darkest corners of my mind
Giving you only dark, depressing drabbles
If anything
To go by
So despite being well aware
That this piece is going to be
Complete and utter ****
**** that’s hot and moist
Plugged with pine straw and grass
Beneath the glorious writers
Of HP’s feet
I need to make that sacrifice
I am here
I am alive
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 5:09 PM UTC
I need to write something
No, no you don’t understand
I need to write
I need to prove something
(Though I do not know what it is)
That I’m talented?
That I’m alive?
That despite weeks and weeks
And months and months
Of retreating into the darkest corners of my mind
Giving you only dark, depressing drabbles
If anything
To go by
So despite being well aware
That this piece is going to be
Complete and utter ****
**** that’s hot and moist
Plugged with pine straw and grass
Beneath the glorious writers
Of HP’s feet
I need to make that sacrifice
I am here
I am alive
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