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Not Again

It's been so long.
These places. . .
These faces. . .
Everything is so new.
So fresh and strange.
But then somethings never change.
How many times can someone
expect me to write the same story
over and over again?
Depression--
Songs--
Fictional accounts--
Heartbreak--
It was my fault.
I was the cheater.
But after fifty million poems
in which I blamed her, me and everyone else in-between.
I don't want to write another poem about it for the life of me.
Am I the only one that's getting tired of hearing my own voice?
My own stories?
My own feelings?
My own life?
Freestyle poems?
Where's the challenge?
Here I am, trying.
But I'm so uninspired by my own life.
I'm writing the poetic ramblings
and musicals stylings of fictional characters
whose storylines I still can't make work.
Writer's block is still binding me.
And to admit that, still hurts.
Here I am, expecting to be inspired.
But all I am is angered by these ideas, dull subjects.
These overdone, over used, worn out and out dated prompts.

Because I really don't want to tell everyone
on this damn website my whole life's story again?

Because I'm seriously sick of hearing it.

Written by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
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