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My mind doesnt think the way it once did.
It is corrupted with PAIN, ANGER, and DOUBT.
I try to write my poetic rhymes
Im drained.
My heart is stained......My soul has taken cover and afraid to become uncoverd.
My mind doesnt think the way it once did.
My heart doesnt beat the same floetic ryhme.
They are at battle with each other.(my mind and my heart)
I feel the emotions to write, but my mind cant think of the right words to put on this paper.
It frustrates me....UUUGGHH WRITER'S BlOCK!
I try and I try over and over, but nothing come to mind.
Its almost like a part of me has died.
I'm sitting here like.....Man-Man-Man.
I want to write again.........
