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Do you think I have time to write ?

Do you think I have time to draw ?

To make a life ?

To breathe ?

 

Work is killing me

I need vacations

I need money

I need a nasty teen that open her legs

to me

 

I need to be inside

outside

and in between

 

Draw to live

Write to breathe

 

but I’m holding my tongue

and choking myself

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