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Writers block
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  • WpView
    LECTURES 454
  • WpVote
    Votes 21
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 13
  • WpHistory
    Durée 37m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement janv. 19, 2019
Writing has been a problem I can't seem to figure out anymore. It's not my feelings blocking the words from coming out. It's not my friends or family. I just have no inspiration. So here this will be where you'll see my writers block and understand the frustrations I'm having with my unfinished work.
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