Blocked
Being blocked is the worst feeling.Where did it all go?
Did I use it all up?
Will it ever come back?
At one moment in time it was here.
Everyone said that it was beautiful.
So I didn't stop.
I wrote until I couldn't stay up anymore.
And now...
I sit and wait.
I am lost without my words.
I am lost...
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