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You sit there
with not a drip of life
sit there taunting me screaming at me
you tell me to do something
while I wait for a great idea to strike
you start to think but then
you start to judge yourself
and think maybe not like it was water but
was as  blank as the
expression on a man's face
As i sit i still cant i just cant but the blank page
Is still just a blank page
 




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