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All those daydreams and nightmares escaping into my dreamscape
Let imagination run free until reality feels unreal
With every written word, poetry used to seep out of my fingertips
Now after all these poems, my hands remain empty

How can I be so full of feelings?
So vulnerable at the slightest touch, yet so devoid of inspiration
Unable to spark a creation even though I have dedication

I just want to bloom like the flowers in my secret garden
Be one with nature, scatter those sceptic parts of myself like an anonymous dandelion
Yet my thoughts are as far away as an aphelion
And my mood changes like a chameleon