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It's always fun writing my piece
Writing on my own, no one to please
Here, I can show and express what I feel
At least here, I know that I am real
But then I am trying to write one
I don't know how to start this one
I can't start, so how can it end?
Not even a single idea on my mind
I know why I can't even write
There's no inspiration for me to start
How can this be an art?
When my piece already fall apart
Everything fell apart when I lost you
Even my poems have no hue
My piece has a messy point of view
You can see, even my piece needs you