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Writer
Fake woman with evil intent,
Ugly as ugly
Could ever get,
Keep your hands off of me.
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Year gone
Over now,
Until it's time to move on.
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Been here too long,
Unclear is the future,
My path unclear
Certain of only one thing: change must occur
I wish you could be more than what you are now,
fake and cold hearted,
but some can never change.
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Days pass, season change,
time gone is time lost,
and I'm no longer wasting my days and weeks on someone like you.
Every day the same,
Monotonous and strange,
Writer’s block and self-doubt
My constant companions.
Will this life of mine ever change?
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Alone am I as I stare into the social abyss,
Dreaming of a one day
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That will never be....
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