Sometimes Murdered
Sometimes I write things.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Sometimes a flame of an idea is sparked.
Sometimes I kindle that flame.
Sometimes it dies.
But sometimes it's killed.
Murdered.
By the doubt that holds me.
The End
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