I’m not going to write now I refuse
But then the words come that I must use
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My creativity is taking abuse
Yet my compulsion writes as I choose
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If you were in my shoes
You’d understand my views
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So my brain without relief, stews
I’d rather be restful on a cruise
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Alas, here I again sharing my truths
Another example which poetry proves…
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One final thought as I complete these grooves
Is my art imitating life or life imitating art, it behooves…
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Anthony’s Crazy Love and Life Lessons in Empathy 
How come you bring so many amazing topics? I’m very surprised.
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Thank you
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You tried to take on your muse?
You know you’re gonna lose!
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Clever and true lol 😝
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You are intriguing!
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That’s very kind of you to say thank you for saying so. 😊
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Your poem remind me of myself; never can my words just remain on a shelf. Using creativity, I want to share all I know or else my head might very well explode.
💥 💥 💥
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Lol, that’s me too. I mean today for example I had a migraine and really really bad vertigo yet I managed to write like six or seven poems. Today I was more productive than I was yesterday when I felt great. Lol 😝
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😁
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