In a dark bold corner in the back of the stage
Trying to fill this empty page
The mind's gone blank, the hampster's died
And an unmarked pencil's decided to guild
It's eyes start to close but it's only 8:30
It tries to stand, but it's legs are unsturdy
The pencil writes in invisable ink
or maybe in gibberish, it can't seem to think
But nonetheless, the path that it leads
Write the words that my heart can't piece
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