Oh, Writing!

I feel like.

That moment at night,
When time is tight,

Watching my screen,
Immaculately clean.

That I can create,
Those words are innate.

That I can satisfy my duty
Of justice, truth, and beauty.

But I am tired and bored,
Empty and sored.

See you when I see ya,
But I don’t want to be ya.

I feel like.
I feel like.

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