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I used to be poet
Then I got rid of my muse
My frown turned up side
No longer singing the blues
But now my hands ache for
A pen and my fingers itch
Longing to type
I knew this wouldn't last
I knew this happiness would pass
And now my poetry
Is tinged with the same
Hopeless longing
Lack of sense of belonging
That I'm used to.
Heartbreaks back baby
You miss me?
The darkness has found a leak
And now the sadness can seep
Back into my soul
Fragmenting my being
With its acid nature
Until I am nothing more
Nothing at all more
Than the hollow shell
I was

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