They ask me,
How do you get so much inspiration?
I answer,
I write when I'm sad.
They don't say a word,
Because I always write.
I'm always writing.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
