a writer's work is never finished only abandond

October 16, 2011
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It eats away at me it struggles and strains at the chains within my mind
Its will is strong but so is mine
It tries to break me and it tries again
Weakened and in pain I finally give in
I am its master I am its slave
Its will is mine bound together in anger and in pain I
Know the deed that must be done and
That there is nowhere to run
I see the moon rising high as the sun has all but gone away

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