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I hate this temporary psychological condition It's a knock on effect of what I can't write I sit and stare at my blank piece of paper Frustrated, can't sleep, up all night I feel all inspirations drain from me Click, click goes the top of my pen (again) I'm determined to beat you and not let you win **** you disambiguation.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Forsaken Muse
I hate this temporary psychological condition It's a knock on effect of what I can't write I sit and stare at my blank piece of paper Frustrated, can't sleep, up all night I feel all inspirations drain from me Click, click goes the top of my pen (again) I'm determined to beat you and not let you win **** you disambiguation.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
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