I can't think,
I can't wright,
I don't hear anything in my mind.
Its like its empty,
And the beating music in the back of my head,
No longer plays...
And no matter how hard I try,
The blank spaces on my paper,
Are still.. Empty, it waiting..
For my words to be drawn down and filled,
And they still are... yet not there.
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