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Why oh Why


Tears come streaming down as I cry
Why oh why
I want to stop writing but then I’d die
Why oh why
Why have I been blessed with these talents
Seems I’m going no where
As I just sit on them
but then my chest gets tight
And all I can do is cry
And write
Why oh why

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A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world but not the time to match. Where do I start? My words and thoughts.

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