does not sound the same to me
as it once did
lyrics don't seem to
punch me in the gut the
way they used to
the connection is flickering
I haven't really put my hands on the piano in
a year almost
the spark has turned external it seems
realizing that
the things I write poetry and music about
that happen within me
don't grasp me
I don't find myself an interesting topic
the way I used to
that sometimes I can sob about my insecurities while my
brainface goes completely blank
expressionless
art has been leaking out of me
I cannot grasp it
the creation in me I
felt it a few days ago for the first time
did depression kill it
did I kill it
is it being reborn can I ever
play the piano
have I been killed
which lover killed me
or is it that
I am not of interest anymore so
I no longer take interest in myself
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