Burdened thoughts I'm losing my touch, like I'm no longer me. My creative thoughts have gone numb. The magical ideas i had are no longer in me Every time i try to think, i feel dumb. Whatever skill or talent i had has left me What is this calamity? that is trying to eat me empty Trying to rob me of my imagination And my emotions I have neither rhythms nor rhymes whenever i write, i write trash My burdened thoughts killing my precious time This is as long as i can write Whether it makes sense or not, My thoughts are giving me nothing Nothing is worth writing. But since i found this freewriting, I think i am back, or not.
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I think you just need sometime to figure out yourself You’d be good
Yes, I hope so. Sometimes every thing feels lost and dark. And very hard to navigate.