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May 2020
I write down the words
But it doesn’t fit
My mind is scrambling
While my hand is frozen
With a fresh, new pencil
And a blank paper
Then my mind goes blank
I hate writer’s block
Rey Clarence Naya
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Rey Clarence Naya  19/M
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