Sitting in my room
with a mind as blank
as the paper one writes on
trying to find my
inspiration trying to find
the words behind
the block in my head
the words are strained
and few. The blockade
seems to be a stronghold
i can't seem to find new
words to say new
ideas to write hither to
we now find what
is known as writer's block
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