ripping pages
You can't find the words to say
Over and over again
You scribble on a blank page
Begging the words to come
But they never do
The ink in your pen goes dry
You sit in an ocean of paper
But the words
Stay hidden in your mind
Come, you beckon
Not a whisper of response
Please, you cry
Yet the silence goes on
So you rip out another page
And give the words another chance
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