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I'm back!!

I opened an empty page,
while my brain stand at edge.
Shove myself a challenge,
see my head how far it could take.

Start off by blasting iTunes,
flows my ear drums with moisture.
My fingers warm up slightly late,
it clicks most backspace and delete.

Play a little with the music beat,
hopes to give my pulse a little heat.
Sing along with the latest hit,
may it inspire my thought a little bit.

I'm like a pen ran out of ink,
poor brain suffer to squeeze a wink.
Little by little my wills grow weak,
decide for an end before the peak.

Crap, this is bad... :-/
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