the artist within me is stirring,
churning up the wicked desire
to create.
it eats at me all the time
telling me to just make something,
to create.
i am full of thoughts that
will never leave my head,
but something dangerous
is awakening inside of me.
the desire to create
is one that cannot be ignored.
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
