Fig 1. stuck (author's own)
Just like a broken locker, I feel stuck inside my head. Being lost for words is one thing, but for the words to lose their means of transportation is another. It is like having delays on the Victoria line, and Finsbury Park station's platform is crowded with eager people waiting impatiently, wanting to get to their destination as soon as possible. Those people are my words, and the tube train is my voice.
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