I'm dull i can't write
i'm frustrated, i can't connect
i'm useless, i can't rhyme
i'm dumb i can open up.
For there is no compromise
Between me and my words.
Why should i write, i can't figure it out
why should i rhyme, i can't think
why should i feel, i can't be calm
why should i let go, i can't be still.
Maybe because there is no meaning
between me and my words.
I've defined a thousand words
I've traveled a thousand sentences
yet, ican't see myself as a writer. . .

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