I don't know why I picked up this pen.

I have nothing to say.

I can't think of anything

when I attempt to focus, my mind goes blank.

I just fade back into a land

of dazzling smiles

with emptiness behind them if you look hard enough.

concrete floors

and catchy pop music with meaningless lyrics

the smell of fruity perfume that hurts your head

and cheap fluorescent lights.

thats about all that's in my head today.

i'll just put my pen back in my drawer

and close it up

real tight.

The End

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