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this random poem from 2 years ago i don't remember writing

i don't write often but the second half surprised me, i like it a lot. maybe i'll keep working on it i’m not interested in a career never have been i don’t want to devote my time i wanna have it things spin around me they evolve and they live so much going on at the edges but i’m stuck on the axis i cry and whine about it but what am i actually doing surely i just have to.. start if only i could lift my limbs why is it so goddamn hard i just need another excuse why can’t my brain process failure i just need to be good and i’ll do it yeah i’m a creative person i have a guitar and some watercolors and 5 unfinished sketchbooks tucked away in a closet maybe i just have to branch out don’t have to be in it, i can be around it don’t ask me to talk to new people though don’t ask me to follow up tick tock time’s a ticking you already lost 3 years, why are you waiting it’s already too late, sit tight maybe in another life

@milkbags

May 14, 2024

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