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Writer’s Block
A paper in front of me
And a pen in my hand
I don’t know what to write
I’ve got writer’s block again
Food or animals?
Friendship or nature?
I whine and I cry
Coz I’m a long gone creator
The ideas stopped
flowing
I can’t think anymore
I’ve lost my only talent
And I’ve become such a bore
I need some help
& I need it fast
I used to write so nicely
But now it’s all in the past
A paper in front of me
And a pen in my hand
I’m cured, I’m cured
And I’m writing once again!
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