Letters jumble around in my heart like the alphabet soup.
Images flash inside my mind but they don't make sense.
My burnt fingers twitch with the need to be used.
I'm experiencing withdraw symtoms like an addict without her drugs.
Words are logged inside my throat but they have no where to go.
I feel as though I'm drowning within myself.
I've lost my muse and I don't know what to do.
I'm not a writer if I can't write.
I'm not a lover if I can't feel.
And I'm not myself if I'm none of these.
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