• vexation •

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Do you ever find yourself just sitting there,
staring at the blank page in front of you,
tapping your pen out of frustration as you
fail to manipulate the right arrangement of
words, to perfectly express how you feel?

Where sometimes all you want to do is write,
but the creative flow becomes dry and nothing
spills out onto the page. It stays empty for hours
on end, building up the pent up frustration.
And just like the things I failed to say,
he's the poem I always failed to write.

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