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Is that it? Are there no more words worth saying? Could it be That all my cuts and gashes Have scabbed? Is that it? Is that where I derive my words? From the old stubborn pain Of a heart in shards? Is my ink not simply My life blood pouring out? Is that it? Is it so sad that I need To hurt in order to spill rhymes? Is it worth it to pick at old wounds Just so I can make a bit of Self indulgent art? Is that it? Does my mind simply become Stagnant when it has no Negative input? Can't I write when I'm full? Can't I write when I'm happy? Can't I write whenever I want, regardless to how you left me? Is that it? A question I asked myself over and over Is that it? The only person willing to listen To my pleas was an inanimate Pad of college rule? Is that it? Is it?
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
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Is that it? Are there no more words worth saying? Could it be That all my cuts and gashes Have scabbed? Is that it? Is that where I derive my words? From the old stubborn pain Of a heart in shards? Is my ink not simply My life blood pouring out? Is that it? Is it so sad that I need To hurt in order to spill rhymes? Is it worth it to pick at old wounds Just so I can make a bit of Self indulgent art? Is that it? Does my mind simply become Stagnant when it has no Negative input? Can't I write when I'm full? Can't I write when I'm happy? Can't I write whenever I want, regardless to how you left me? Is that it? A question I asked myself over and over Is that it? The only person willing to listen To my pleas was an inanimate Pad of college rule? Is that it? Is it?
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jimmy-karnidge
Canadian
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
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