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Writer's Block

Time won't stop,
words won't flow,
I don't know what I feel.
Evanescene playing in my head,
Emotions mixed up,
I don't know whats real.
The words won't come together,
No matter how I try.
Writting without knowing is a lie.
How can I breath without my words.
The ones that shape me who I am.
All within is an empty stock,
Of words that wont come out,
Because I have Writter's Block.



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