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When you can no longer feel every rhyme you find, you no longer wanted to write when you're a poet,

When your favorite song doesn't carry the comfort it has before,

When you can no longer vibe, choreograph, it tires you,

When you feel too empty to portray a character,

When your final output is the same blank canvas,

Simply, when you can't do the same things you can before,

Probably, we're lost.

~ Posteng Makata.

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