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Let it go,
Your Hamlet Ideology.
The parasite of your will and intent.
Procrastination can only bear,
Bitter fruits of aimless emptiness.
Aspire for Macbeth instead.
Aspire for bloodshed between
Your fingertips and your pen.
And your forehead coloured red,
From brow to brow:
Your imagination is on
The brink of suicide,
You can breathe later
But you must write now.