I'm running out of things to say....
My poems have been shallow lately.
I haven't been able to write a song in weeks....
What's wrong with me? Is it just a case of writers block, or is it something more...
I saw my dad earlier before I came back... He looked older... It's only been two years. Is he sick and not telling me or am I just imagining things?
I had to come back early because I broke my arm and for some odd reason, no one at home cold heal me... Then it occurred to me: Is my family losing it's magic?
I hope I figure it out soon.
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Chronicles of a Filandrythian
A mysterious red leather book, that seems to want you to read it.
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