I am setting here thinking, thinking of what the fuck to write. But the words wont come to me, they are putting up a fight. Nothing is coming to me, I don't what this poem should be about. I start to write one thing, then erase it with doubt. Should I write about something happy, or about something sad? Should I write about the good times, or write about the bad? Should I write about the birds and the bees, about rainbows and sunshines? Or should I write about the real shit lifes about, heart brake, hate, violence, and crimes? Should I try to make this poem a happy one, that people will read and smile? Or should I make this poem a sad one, that people will read with denial? I'm setting here thinking, thinking of what the fuck to write. But the words wont come to me, they are putting up a fight.Birth sign: Pisces
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