Sep 2018
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I hold the quill,
I have the ink and yet,
nothing seems to flow.
My mind, a blank canvas.
My heart, a startled bird.
My soul, a dying furnace.
No words to share
I am lost.
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Feeling so stressed. Haven't written anything in a few days!
I don't like it when this happens...
Lyn ***
I don't like it when this happens...
Lyn ***
