The writing process doesn't always work out for us, but we have to keep pushing. |
I want so badly, To put it down in words, Nothing is coming out, My mind an endless void, Staring at white, As the candle flickers, It dances in the corner of my eyes, And the bathroom light twitches, Writers block suffocates, And kills the process, I want nothing more, Than to write what I feel, But I feel like I'm broken, A piece of equipment, Lube me up, Someone turn me on, Falling into the abyss, Of my internal brokenness, At this point,
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