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Written Thoughts On Paper
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Poetic Boosts And I battle with my conscious
Thoughts went into a blendar
And none of them had the tolerance
To be locked inside to grow anxious
Only to be written black on paper
Every second my memory can thunder
And randomly comes a head ache
Working a day with two kinds of pain
Oh what a day it would be
And I feel I need to express
How bad this pain can get
Every second on the hour
Thoughts flood like rain showers
Suffocating a puddle of words
Each time it thought of a verse
A rhyming stanza that worked
And no paper on the job
Especially signs that did not fit the artist's size
Of valuable paper
