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17th

I did waited for something;
it stung me when it didn't come
My mind is currently empty
and I'm writing in random

I listened to my playlist;
the songs were underrated
Maybe, too good to be discovered
and was left unplayed

It was writer's block they call it
For me, it was lack of ideas
more like, devoid of inspiration
But it is better to admit than to just lie

The truth you want;
the false I will give
There's time for joy
and time to mourn

I waited for something;
because I'm truly deppressed
that I just wanted the tears to fall
and helplessly yowl

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