I can't write.
Guess that's just how it is from time to time.
Boston
AD
Life moving on as it does
A sense of loss
Being tired
Wanting someone to notice
That I can write
But I can't
And I am empty
Because I cannot fill
Pages with what the world wants to read
And I run
From the problems
I cannot get down
On paper
Or this fucking computer screen
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