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Sometimes i sit down
and i think,
of what the meaning of life
is all about.
And some other things
like love and heartache,
and then i settle down
to write my life story.

But words failed me.

I sit there and stare
at the pen and paper,
wondering what it was
that i ever intended to write.
Yet minutes passed me by
before i realised,
that i no words to say
through no fault of my own.

Sighing, i gave up
and crashed back to reality.