Over the summer I wrote almost everyday.
Words spilled forth from my mind then fell to paper
For my hands to morph and manipulate into perfection.
But now inspiration has turned swiftly on it's heel
And coldly walked away .
Writers block has reared it's vile head into mine.
The words have ceased to flow
And I am left hollow.
Uncomfortable with no outlet
I shrivel inside myself from deprivation.
I would cry but what purpose are tears
When you have no way to describe them?
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Excellent description of something that overtakes us all at one time or another. Life has gotten in the way for me and my words have also ceased their flow. As for you, it is also my outlet, as well as tears and they are not flowing either. The storm clouds will blow away and the curtain keeping you in the dark will open and let in the light. Be patient and persevere. Lean on your friends until you have the strength to stand on your own. Take care my dear.
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I love the ending. However, if u ever want to cry, even if for no reason at all, then do it. Because crying serves as it's own outlet as well. Writers block sucks but it happens. It comes and goes. And dnt forget, I'm always here for u to vent to.
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