Like Always

I press my fingers down on the keyboard, typing away to try and find something that would lead to a cause to keep going.
I can be a writer
I need to reassure myself constantly because I never feel inspired enough to write.
I will be a writer
I again reassure myself, doubting it more and more because the words on the screen stare back and I hate them.
I wish I could be a writer
I admit to myself, giving up finally.
Like always.






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