i just wrote two excellent poems and then accidentally erased them from my computer
i havent been so infuriated with myself for months
the loss of creative work is to me almost a summit of angst
it feels, when that insight hits, as if everything suddenly and abruptly lost meaning and value
and that you, by accident, raped yourself spiritual self in the asshole, and not in the good kinda way
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