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Writers Block Before I wrote upon this note, the paper it was blank. All endless possibilites filed neatly into rank. Countless odds of endless thoughts converging on this sheet. To fit and mold the story told by none other then me. So many different things to write, especially in a single night. That once it hits I take a fit. I'm filled with great delight. But frustration follows in close pursuit to steal the fun and all the loot. Cause as you know the brain is tight, withdraws its thoughts, turns out the light. So here I am with pen in hand trying to write about a far away land. When I realize that my mind is empty. Just like this paper before I attempted, to write about it all. |