May 2, 2011
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A blank piece of paper
Lies before me.
A white canvas
Full of promise,
Yet remaining empty.

So many ideas
Tousling in my mind
Fighting for their turn
To be formed into words
Of their own.

Yet nothing is there.
Everything seems too much;
Too dramatic,
Too sad,
Or just too plain.

A masterpiece is lost
In hesitation;
A perfect story to be told
Is abandoned
In second guessing.

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