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Writers Block


Shit Be Coming And Going

But My Mind Don't

My Fingers Don't Move

Please Don't Say It..........

School

I Did

First Thing That Popped Up In My Mind

Well The Second Or Third

Wasn't Witty Enough?

One Of Those

"I Saw It Coming"

Maybe

The Block Is Writers

But My Mind Don't Stop

Weird Because A Lot

Flows In And Out

But My Fingers In A Drought

Only Sometimes

Then BOOM

Back To Normal

Can't Swim But I Stay In A Whirlpool

Block Writers

Why My Writing Feels Prideful?

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