Writer’s block It’s 6:20 pm Nothing to write My mind is blank Nothing but empty thoughts Feeling chained As if something is holding me back From letting out all my pain My excitement My anger 2 long months Nothing to write Only stupid thoughts that just come out wrong In every way What’s going on? Am I doing something wrong? No Just sitting here Staring at this dull computer screen Trying to open up But all is shut 6:24 pm Still nothing Why can’t I just let it all out? I’ve been trying too hard Too much stress This writer’s block Is going to end.Birth sign: Scorpio
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