Okay, this is it.
I am through with this!
I write, and I get blocked
at every turn!
Geez, but this is frustrating!
I sometimes rhyme, but not
today.
Today
I am rhymeless.
Today
I am annoyed.
Today
I am 
tired.
Oh, to be away from work. It's a tedious process whereas one numbs the mind to simply get
money.
It's not something I would like others to have. A numb mind is a terrible thing to waste. I have one now. It's driving me insane. I can no longer write. I can no longer play. I can no longer imagine. Today I sleep. Another nonesense poem by Sarah Pearson

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