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Where does it come from?

Where does it go?

Where is this anger that dwells like mid-winter snow?

Where is my pen?

Wait, never mind.

Typing and typing

Words are nonsense

Words that make sense

Words... hey you, type this.

Why can't I just be me?

Where did I go?

I used to be so free

Something got a hold of me

Now, I feel nothing

Sometimes I think up something!

Thoughts, less feelings, hearts that ache

This time is like a ash tray

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