I stare at the paper
With nothing written on it—
Blank. Just like my mind.
And there I sit:
Resolute.
Unable to communicate,
I scribble some desperate words,
But to no avail,
For they form nothing.
Meaningless.
On the brink of emerging
My ideas hold back.
Inspirations inspire me to
Sit there with words,
Struggling.
Time and time again
I give up to forever
Come back and put
Pen on paper and
Succeed.
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