| writer's block |

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I'm feeling it again.

My mind on overdrive

my eyes struggling to stay open

as my fingers search for more beyond

the letters of the keyboard.

There's not even a glimmer of hope

a spark of idea

a sense of accomplishment.

It's been days

but the pent up emotions building up

in my tightening stomach

just don't have the energy to

burst out and create meaning.

I don't understand how I'm writing this

maybe it's the frustration of not writing

the desperate need to share my thoughts

the pressure of creating content

or maybe it's something else.

Since when has writing become content?

That's where I'm going wrong.

I wrote about this before

but it seems like a fading memory

a meaningless cluster of words.

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