"Something's wrong with me."
"Kelly, it's 3 in the morning. Go to sleep, jesus."
"Evan, something's wrong with me."
"The only problem I can see here is barging into my room at 3 in the morning."
"Evan."
He sat. "Come here, my sweet pumpkin. Tell Mr. Pusey what's wrong."
"Ew and the fact that it's really is your last name is just so weird. No offense though."
"Woman, don't waste my time."
"Evan, I can't write."
"What do you mean you can't write?"
"I don't have any motivation to write."
"And what do you need my help for?"
"Do you have any advice on getting it back?"
"Yeah. It's the best advice ever."
"What?"
"Go to fucking sleep."
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PoetryA collection of poems that [I wished] people had [said] sooner. 🔅highest ranking: #15 (poems)
