I miss these lines
These rhymes out my mind
And I find that sometimes
If I try I can find
The words that can serve
For me to cope and conserve
To give me hope undisturbed
By myself I traverse
For this depression to disperse
I must confess that I am cursed
With inspiration and it hurts
Origination so perverse
Not even Church could convert
Consider me damned since birth
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