The Day I Fell In Love Again
my sporadic motivation has come and gone as quick as wind.
it has been too long since i felt my burning passions and desire to write my thoughts.
life is hitting me in all directions, there is so much going on,
so much i want to say, but my brain won’t allow itself to slow down,
i can’t keep up with my own thoughts.
it’s been months since i last wrote,
the one pass-time i enjoyed has suddenly become to feel like a chore,
i was burnt out.
i will not allow myself to give up on the only crutch i have always depended on.
i will not give up on what i love.
i will never give up on what i love.
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