Three hours staring at a blank page,
begging for the words to come.
Frustrations pent up,
hundreds of words and I haven't written one.

Loosing myself in my fears,
could this be the last thing I write.
Hours and hours lost,
fighting something I can't fight.

Tired of coming up with nothing,
just want to put my head down and cry.
I didn't do anything,
I just don't understand why.
 
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