Blocked.

I finally got a new notebook to write all of my poems, stories, songs, and rants in. This is the result of the first attempt to write something.

I can write anything.

Anything I want,

Yet I can't.

I have so much to say;

So many thoughts;

So many emotions,

Running through my mind,

And I can't even fill up a page.

For at these moments,

When I finally have time and space,

To write whatever I dream,

It's moments like these-

That words.

Won't.

Come.

The End

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