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Day 4. Write a poem.


Nothing says inspiration like a blank page,
I’m getting writers block and it’s giving me rage.
Looking out the window,
Can’t think of a thing,
Just gettin’ distracted by my bling.

This poem is so crap,
I should have written a rap,
After re-reading this I want to give myself a slap.

This poem of self-hatred isn’t too nice,
But next time I think of writing a poem I’ll defo think twice…


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"talk dirty to me"


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