I used to think I could write,
When someone commented it,
It was a great sight,
Now it's nothing
I used to have something to say,
In any way,
Now it's nothing new,
Those were how my feelings grew
When I started,
I used to cry,
Now I try,
And only have the feeling,
And few tears
It came so easy,
Now it's hard,
Like folding a metal card,
It takes more time,
And I need help to rhyme
Just like my mind,
I'm losing it,
I can't write or think,
My minds always in a weird fit
I might stop,
I'm not sure,
Unless there's a cure,
For my being wrong,
Thinking I could write
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