Writer's Block
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It feels like empty head,
Like running out of ink.
It makes you really mad,
To not know what to think.
Your hands start shaking weirdly,
Your throat gets sore and dry.
Probably you merely got little chance to try,
The paper seems expectant.
Ideas that said Goodbye.
This phase is almost constant,
You only want to cry.

So fellow, Grab your pencil,
And fill your writing-stock.
'Cause that's the way to cancel
That God Damn Writer's Block..

#notmypoem.