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dying in my bed
Contributed by
kori31
on
Monday, 9th August 2004 @ 08:34:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I lie exhausted a million words rolling through my head each inspirational begining without an end dying in my bed the flame is barely lit the drive is all but gone my pen and pad so near but i'd rather sing a song the words seem to flee too quickly I used to chase them down now the effort seems too great and i don't care somehow fear is taking over where did the passion go? when writing was a drug and I couldn't wait to get home- to grab my pen and pad and let my emotions go the thrill within the heartache watching each line flow don't think most can comprehend what it means to write to have such a strong emotion pull you out of bed at night I'd finish every line no matter how long it took the passion was within me and I didn't even have to look too much time passes now between each line I write hopelessly searching for inspiration dying in my bed tonight
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