I feel so uninspired
My hands are so heavy
I've been feeling tired
Don't know when I'm ready
I don't even want to move
I'll just be stagnant
Hardly dancing to the groove
Too tired for rants
Been spacing out lately
Oblivious to what's around
Being clueless, greatly
Nowhere bound
At least I've made three
Stanzas; Yes, I've tried
Making poems is the key
If not, I could have died
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