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napowrimo day 28

I get ready to type and sit, I am stretching fingers that

Are overpraise, underestimated, flaunted for pride’s sake

And yet the screen is empty with no lines of anything written.

Mind runs, faster than the switch of a light and yet

I can’t command the part of me to move and create money

And so nervous habits of assumed confidence are used

But I got nothing to show, just a bad habit of clicking

Empty icons that lead to nowhere, at least it makes me look

Like the issue ain’t me, but the device I use

But that can’t run forever

And drastic measures will be pushed upon me.