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How can I compare
the longing of this lonely heart
to the twisted beauty of despair?
Even though my days are empty
at least they pass quite quickly
and there is hope to spare.
The shell of a clam, prised open
revealing a gem inside.
Why do my words dry up?
Why do I hit a block?
Why can't I say what comes
from the heart?
Why can't I open up
Why can't I do what posed no difficulty to me
a mere few months ago?
What has changed?
Have I lost it?
Why do I worry so much
Think so much
Do too little
Sink, too far.
I try too hard.

Description
How can I compare
the longing of this lonely heart
to the twisted beauty of despair?
Even though my days are empty
at least they pass quite quickly
and there is hope to spare.
The shell of a clam, prised open
revealing a gem inside.
Why do my words dry up?
Why do I hit a block?
Why can't I say what comes
from the heart?
Why can't I open up
Why can't I do what posed no difficulty to me
a mere few months ago?
What has changed?
Have I lost it?
Why do I worry so much
Think so much
Do too little
Sink, too far.
I try too hard.