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Stuck On Repeat
Over and Over I stutter.
Stuck On Repeat.
Same words.
New poem.
I get sick of writing for an invisible audience.
I get sick of wondering if people read what I write,
Because I know the truth.
Nobody reads it anymore,
because nobody cares!
I'm beginning to wonder if I should quit doing what I love.
Maybe.
Contemplation gets the best of me this time.
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