I'm losing my touch, like I'm no longer me.

My creative thoughts have gone numb.

The magical ideas i had are no longer in me

Every time i try to think, i feel dumb.

Whatever skill or talent i had has left me

What is this calamity?

that is trying to eat me empty

Trying to rob me of my imagination

And my emotions

I have neither rhythms nor rhymes

whenever i write, i write trash

My burdened thoughts killing my precious time

This is as long as i can write

Whether it makes sense or not,

My thoughts are giving me nothing

Nothing is worth writing.

But since i found this freewriting,

I think i am back, or not.


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