How you stop me from creating something that be painted using words i try and i try yet i cant seem to come up with something to write. You like a rubik's cube begging to be fidgeted with always blocking potential words to be written down on a paper. I wish there was cure to be rid of you for good then reading books and coping methods with how to live with you.
It an agonizing process waiting for you to go away spinning around in a chair typing and tossing paper after paper now i don't need to rack my brain when i can write how you make me feel.
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