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The Decemberists - The Engine Driver
And I am a writer, writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I’ve written pages upon pages,
Trying to rid you from my bones.
This song perfectly reflects the way I have been living my life for the past couple weeks (if not the past six years). And the writing never works. It still doesn’t.