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SpooksAnxious

In the mire of my thoughts I can't decipher this lock Can't even break it nor be given a shock Turns out my head only pours out small ink blots

Blocked and being held back No colors to paint a canvas No rope to hold on as my head is swallowed by a black, murky mass

Frustration and desperation is making my head crack.

Help....Me...

Spooks
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