i have a feeling deep down that my poetry is just failing me. it's all sounding so stupid or just not like it used to. i love my old stuff, but i don't remember how i ever wrote like that.
it only ever seemed to work when i was immensely depressed or angered; it pisses me off when i can't unlock that part of my mind when i feel content.
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