Dead again

After one week of inspiration, it's all dried up. Ah well, I knew it was too good to last.

At least I got three poems out of it. And I don't feel like going into hysterics over one person every so often now.

I don't expect to be inspired again any time soon.

I don't just need the touch of inspiration to spur me on; I need comments, criticisms and all that. Everyone's too busy studying to read my shit so...

Bye bye muse. I shall miss you.

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I'm not making any sense, am I? I'm scaring myself too.