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sometimes I just hate it when I'm staring at a blank screen.
nothing comes to mind.
there isn't a word I can find.
I'm stuck.
just stuck.
my mind is trapped,
my fingers are unable to make motion.
I can't focus with all this commotion;
why is it so hard?
why can't I do it?
why can't I be like the ones that can't stop writing for the sake of their life?
was this meant to be?
why am I questioning myself?
I want that passion,
I try to convince myself that I have it.
what if I don't?
what if it's not my calling?
what will I do?
why can't I have that passion?
I want to write.
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thank you for reading this slightly annoying and very boring post. <3
