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| Writer's Block Again |
| Blank page intensity bright, bright white stares at me waiting for my command fingers poised holding the pen the paper waiting for the first stroke I stare and stare listen no sounds except for the distant voices mocking me goading me full of expectation come on buddy you can do it work your magic come on write, write, feed us give us a drink offer us rest make us strong in our fight and the blank page continues to stare mouth agape fangs dripping threatening my consumption lips turning upward forming an evil, all knowing grin... I wonder if I'll ever, ever be able to write meaningful words again? |
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