frustration poem

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Frustrated I am pulling on the barbed hooks stabbed in to my mind which is just pulling teeth and that very thought just
This is all This is all Yeah this is all A pit of nothing  All the internet kids fronting I wait at the stations but I see no trains are coming This is all This is all Yeah this is all
Gave over, scored a hat-trick but I coulda scored four Could have all the money in the world & I'd still feel poor It's like I'm constantly at war But I never signed up for the army, I coulda swore
O mind! How you elude              me How you preclude me from             writing Down my feelings on this Word             document  I have nothing to pen,             O mind!
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