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I play with the thought that i can write .

I play with the thought that i can say

a letter i write but not much to say

i store my feelings and keep them a bay

why do i do this for there i much to be said

but the words they escape me and fall from my head

i put pen to paper but i just cant write

i doodle and scribble , it not a good sight

my words are like a painting ,for i need a muse

but i think of these time when i feel confused

my head is a volcano , it explodes with so much

but i want to sleep now i fight it so much

why is when you just want to rest your head start to be thinking and i need my bed


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