once again i pick up a pen
first time in a long time
at least on paper
guess i started out a has been
these days it seems to be the newest trend
in the beginning everybody's strong
to bad they end up weak at the end
as you may have guessed from this
i can barely write anymore
draw nothing except a blank sheet
personally i think that's no small feat
all my friends seem to have vanished
i hope or wish
that for that i have only me to thank
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