Writer's Block

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Here atop my bed I lay

Pondering over what to say

Thoughts and questions race through mind

Though the words I can not find

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I have no idea what to type

If I could only find some stimuli

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Writer's block is just the worst

I can't even remember what's rehearsed

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Time and again, I try and try

Though I never figure out why

My mind is running flipping slow

Oh well, we may never know.

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