Robot Litature

Pretty much the poem would explain the title.

I've hit a stump.
A Writer's block.
On my story.
AGAIN!

The words stopped flowing.
The words of poetry.
Are kicking in.
My emotions are taking over.

My character is out of control.
Special gift being passed down.
Sprout of love during spring.
History of Canada flowing in her.
Writing down, everything down.

My eyes are dropping.
My body is fighting.
Laughs and conversations echos.
I feel like I'm switched.
A Robot.

Programed to do my schoolwork.

I've reached my limit.
I'm over tired.
I'm a Robot programed for litature.

The End

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