I have nothing let to write
I have said all I need
Mourned when life didn’t go my way
And rejoiced when it did
Do I write because I’m a writer
Or is it my ego I am attempting to feed?
Why am I like this?
It’s like I’m a different breed
I have nothing left to write
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