Look, to be honest,It is a bit odd,Whatever I write,Feels like a fraud,I compile like I am smart,But that is just pretend,These lines are just messy thoughts,Carelessly penned,No wonder my poems are heartless arts, Completely vacant,This is just something of a rant,Because I was kinda really bummed,Its tiring working on my esteem,Yet all I do is write and write.

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