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  • Writer's pictureZoléna

Asking for help

I wasn't feeling it, inspiration wasn't lit, I felt like I would sit, and all the rest I'd skip. Overwhelmed by boredom, only felt like brooding. Then you showed your stardom, to reignite my doing. I asked you for your hand, you gladly joined my band. You swooped me through the land, so that I could stand. I will not forget, that if it's help I need, then asking might just get me from troubles freed. topic request by "Animality"

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