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It used to be easy to just sit down, pen in hand, or fingers ready to type with a whole idea in my mind... Used to call myself a writer, an amateur, writing about any and everything I set my heart and mind upon... Those days are gone...
Do you know when you try to remember things about yourself, your life and no matter how hard you try you just can't? Things you've said, things you've done are just completely strange to you.
What's led you here? What was the path? Did you turn left? Did you turn right? It's like you're living but can't see clearly nor distinguish between the choices you make.
And then it's like you become lesser, lesser than you are, lesser than you ever were... the world keeps spinning, the clock keeps ticking as a reminder of all things you lose...
Do you know when you try to remember things about yourself, your life and no matter how hard you try you just can't? Things you've said, things you've done are just completely strange to you.
What's led you here? What was the path? Did you turn left? Did you turn right? It's like you're living but can't see clearly nor distinguish between the choices you make.
And then it's like you become lesser, lesser than you are, lesser than you ever were... the world keeps spinning, the clock keeps ticking as a reminder of all things you lose...
