My mind just dies, forced by need of paper and pen
Every time I get a line it takes the answer but then adds 'what?' and 'when?'
You write it down, but it has no pitch
Your skin starts to burn and itch
You can think it, why not write it down?
There are parts now broken, lost the will to be found
The power's gone and the connection's disabled.
What will inspire me to be reborn? enabled?
Very eloquent
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