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Your not creative i felt sequestered into a space where i thought creativity was the last resort i tried to please you but i failed writing is my bloodline my lifeline my expression days i worked way while writing was singing melodies in my head i live breathe and bask in writing im not perfect a tad bit of a perfectionist trying to mask my imperfections but the foundation slipped you never saw me just my blunders i thought i had comradere but it seems like it was every solider for them seleves wrestling with the feelings of inadqeacy the words didnt come out the way i wanted too to you its just another friday to me the words were daggers to my brain i will soar tho i just need to clip my wings together