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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