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Same old clichéd feelings in same old clichéd tone. Same old clichéd grudges that I carry home. Dress them in their same old metaphors and rhyme. Add a dash of teenage angst... I do it every time. I'm just too uninspired to "be all I can be". The problem here's not clichéd poems. The cliché here is me. *hi all! Is it safe to come out and play?*