Silence is rust-colored
Inspire me, inspire me.
Aid me, wonderful muse.
A love song, a horror story, cliffhanger, maybe?
Anything at all, I'll make you an offer you can't refuse.
I'll sell you my soul if I simply must. Tell me, tell me. I need your wisdom, oh lovely chanteuse.
Never mind, seems pointless now. Thanks for nothing. I'm already at the end, and I haven't put one of your ideas to use.
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