stairs 2
Ascention

Writer's BlockI swear my muse is cheating on me When my rhymes get so bad they make me feel filthy. Imagine how the paper feels when left with lines empty.Writer's Block
And incomplete thoughts all tossed in a box pieces of a perfect thought lost when minds wonder, or stop.
A dead halt, 90 to nothing, like hitting a brick wall. like on your brain's way to work, and its car stalls I imagine this feeling comes stock with the gift write about this when nothi
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I am not posessed I am subletting my soul!
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comments are good, comments are great
Share your kindness, not your hate
~Britty
Rober
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...I´m not color blind, I know life is black and white...
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Make it a sweet, sweet goodbye - it could be for the last time and its not right.
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