I don't force the muse it comes when it comes hasn't been here in a while so I got nervous will it ever come. Will I ever write? Am I done for to be forgotten not to be read I hope not but the muse decides it doesn't want to come out and play what am I to do I don't have a clue I wait and wait til today it told me I'm ready I'm ready open a page and get a pencil I have it from here
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A highly relatable experience. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction.