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I miss my little muse.
I named her sally.
Sally sat on my shoulder and kicked me in the head when I wouldn't work.
But now she is gone v.v

I miss my little muse.
She whispered great ideas in my head.
And then my hand would fly across the page, lines making either my semi-good drawings or some pretty god writing.
But now my hand is just clicking here.
Other than that, it's still.

I miss my little muse.
She used to sing me to sleep as well.
When a song would get stuck in my head, and keep me up,
She knew the words.
She would sing them to me, and I would smile and fall asleep.
But now I can't find the end of the chorus in my head.

I miss my little muse.
She inspired this.
And even this, without my muse, is quite horrible, don't you think?
She would have known what to say.
She would buzz into my head and give me better things to say.
But now my head is silent.