Why Try?

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Picking at the scabs

Reopening old wounds

What do I hope to achieve?

My grand ambitions

One project to the next

Each ended in failure

I thought I’d given them up

So why am I even trying

Now?

I hate being lost and alone

but that’s where I end up

every time

Image: The Scream by Edvard Munch

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Published by whenmarsmetsaturn

I was born during the Great War between Mars and Saturn. When I was a wee laddie, I had to go wee-wee and landed on the planet Earth. I ate some ice cream that the muses had recommended. The vanilla affected my sense of direction and I haven't been able to find my way to my spaceship ever since. I was stranded on a planet where I didn't belong. To get revenge, I decided to write travesties of literature in order to annoy the muses.

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