

The Person Who Couldn't WriteSitting on the hard black chair She sits in a daze, combing her hair Trying to type a fantastic poem But can't even rhyme the word "alone"The Person Who Couldn't Write
She laughs at how stupid she really is Her mind is like a soda starting to fizz "What in hell am I trying to do?" "I can't write poems, and I know that too" She stands upon that cold black chair Stopping to try to comb her hair She screams out in joy, all by herself "WHY AM I TRYING TO DO THIS WELL?" She steps off her chair Falls down on her head Smiling, she wants to think that she's dead But she's going all c
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The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
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"Lack of money is the root of all evil." - George Bernard Shaw
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The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
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The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.
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