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No Creativity


Writers block

My creativity has come to a stop

I can’t help it

My mind has halted

 

Sleeping doesn’t help a bit

I have lost my wit

I don’t know what to do

Thoughts askew

 

Strung out on coffee

My brain feels like toffee

Headaches are common

And I’m living off raman

 

I’m so stressed because I can’t express.

What shall I do?

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