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i don't write my best unless i'm distressed
and on the verge of my death
put the pen to my hand as if it was a knife under my chin
maybe like a brush with a sharp stroke and the lightest touch would cause my croak
i write from feeling not from thought
my words burst out like a blood spout

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 19, 2019 ⏰

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