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When I Can't Write

I don't know what I'm writing.
I don't know why they'd care.
My mind is in a million places
And not one of them is here.

Hungry
Stressed
Cold
Perplexed

I don't know what I'm writing,
Feels like I'm writing laps.
I'm hitting walls and pitfalls,
Can't turn on the tap.

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I don't know what I'm writing
But the why never changed.
Because if I quite the writing,
My mind becomes deranged.
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