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I can't tell what to write I can't tell what to say Inside my mind of machinations I can't see the clockworks ticking toward a time of conclusion. I can't feel the weight pressing on me like a boulder of thoughts. I can't see the light from inside. I'm tired and alone Help me so I may break this cursed spell and wake from a dream That I may write again Or to pass away in my sleep.
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