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awful days like these, my brain simply stops working.

it’s a lacklustre string of poetry, an unfinished verse here and there, a crudely-constructed metaphor that even i can’t begin to understand. it’s desperately needing to write, but also not wanting to, somehow. it’s like liquid frustration in a glass bottle.

(see what i mean?)

usually, my creativity is in perfect synchrony with my depression. it’s almost as if every part of my system is also very much willing to expel whatever repressed bullshit is running through my head, and within good reason. i find morbid inspiration in mourning, and writing becomes a whole lot easier for me.

but when it starts going against me like this, fighting hard and fighting long until it gets exhausted and ultimately walks away—and now i feel as if there’s a stopper lodged between my hand and the pen—that’s when everything else in my overthinking subconscious completely goes to hell.

it’s basically being sad without benefits.

such a disgusting thought, isn’t it?

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mental block. (10)

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i am more of

what i wanted

but becoming

less of who i am

and if this was

what i needed

then why don’t

i feel human?

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mental block. (9)

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your mind

thinks of

e f f l o r e s c e n c e

but your words

speak of

r a d i a t i o n.

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mental block. (8)

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fingers tapping

an impatient grind

to keep the nervous

energy away from

my anxious mind.

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mental block. (7)

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i only want

nightmares of sun

when i’m wide

awake on the moon.

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mental block. (6)

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i’ve mastered the

art of self-apathy

but somehow your

problems and burdens

become mine to carry.

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mental block. (5)

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and i

cut my

skin

open to

prove

that i’m

okay.

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mental block. (4)

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i’m just

a broken

mirror

and you’re

just an

ugly reflection.

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mental block. (3)

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why did

i say

s o r r y

when

i was not?

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mental block. (2)

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you were a

constellation

but i just didn’t

know how to

connect the dots.

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