Holy shit, I’m SCARED! Just how much of my time may I have been wasting?
Don’t know if there will ever turn out to be any real fruits of my labour, truth be told, this one hell of a lonesome endeavour
A creative streak stuck in reverse, my mind shot, jar of pens now empty, everything appearing to have gone to pot, if only for a while
Before too long I need to wipe those cobwebs away and SMILE, take my time because that’s all that I got
Try and remember one thing above all else, that if I truly want to give this thing a fair and undiluted shot then the doubt inside needs to cease in its upheaval, I finally getting to locate illustrious words once more, in the face of adversity
Isn’t that what they call RETRIEVAL

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