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Needs

My mind whirls.
Billions of words.
Unused.

If you look to my right,
you see my pen.
Sitting there, still full of
bright
purple
ink.

If you look to my left,
you see one of my notebooks.
Lying there, still lacking
scribbled
rough
drafts.

Inside my head,
I scream.
Words bursting out my ears,
yet none of them match my
needs.




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