School taught me how to do this
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My mind travels too fast for my pen
For every word I write, I forget a sentence
Like a piece of yarn, they unravel my thoughts
Until all that's left is scribblings on pages
Pages I didn't mean to write
On thoughts I didn't know I had
Every penstroke is another instant vanished
But they leave their legacy behind them
Disguised as a trail of black blood in perfect form
And if you follow this trail, you will find me
Huddled on the floor killing pens
Squeezing out every remaining drop of inspiration
So that no one can ever say that I didn't write this sentence
My mind travels too fast for my pen
For every word I write, I forget a sentence
Like a piece of yarn, they unravel my thoughts
Until all that's left is scribblings on pages
Pages I didn't mean to write
On thoughts I didn't know I had
Every penstroke is another instant vanished
But they leave their legacy behind them
Disguised as a trail of black blood in perfect form
And if you follow this trail, you will find me
Huddled on the floor killing pens
Squeezing out every remaining drop of inspiration
So that no one can ever say that I didn't write this sentence