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Each time I post an entry
I'm afraid it will be the last one
What if I run out of ideas?
What if I become boring?
What will become of all of this?
This is no easy gig
But it feels like I've no choice
I'm supposed to be doing this, I think, and
There's not really any alternative
I've tried every fucking job there is
And failed at them all
There is no other outlet for me
I am a writer
I'm afraid it will be the last one
What if I run out of ideas?
What if I become boring?
What will become of all of this?
This is no easy gig
But it feels like I've no choice
I'm supposed to be doing this, I think, and
There's not really any alternative
I've tried every fucking job there is
And failed at them all
There is no other outlet for me
I am a writer
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