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The poet that’s in me is lost.
not knowing what to write,
not knowing what to say
doubting what comes to my mind
and not believing in today.
taking everything for granted
no more second chances
i cant fix my mistakes
i cant live another day
living with this pain
there’s so much to blame.
the inability to write
these thoughts fill my head
hoping that i wont wake up tomarrow
and that i will be dead
all my words are gone
this is the end of the line,
nothing more to say
the only thing that’s left is time
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