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A writers end
It's 1:08 am, I'm at work
With a mind full
A blank paper, and a pen
I'm trying to write
My reasons fail me yet again
Within the dead silence
I grasp for help
Seeing nothing but past mistakes
That Flash on" history misprint
Makes me never want to go down that road again
What to do
Leave it alone, never find solace in writing? That can't be!!
Turn to music perhaps
It has always been my friend!!
From time to time even that helps nothing
The Lyrics adding to my pain
Old songs reminding me of them" bad ole days "
Still nothing good comes to mind
Setting down my pen
Balling up the blank paper, throwing it in the trash bin
Laying my head on my desk
I'll try tomorrow, this cant be my writers end..
With a mind full
A blank paper, and a pen
I'm trying to write
My reasons fail me yet again
Within the dead silence
I grasp for help
Seeing nothing but past mistakes
That Flash on" history misprint
Makes me never want to go down that road again
What to do
Leave it alone, never find solace in writing? That can't be!!
Turn to music perhaps
It has always been my friend!!
From time to time even that helps nothing
The Lyrics adding to my pain
Old songs reminding me of them" bad ole days "
Still nothing good comes to mind
Setting down my pen
Balling up the blank paper, throwing it in the trash bin
Laying my head on my desk
I'll try tomorrow, this cant be my writers end..
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