Confessions of a writers-block victim

by heartbeats echocho

....i stare at the empty page beneath my pen
and i begin again….Why me?
Then I smile as the words begin to come, however unoriginal they fit my feelings to a tee.

I think we have an emergency, I think we have an emergency.
If you thought I’d break then you were wrong, I won’t stop holding on.
Are you listening? Are you watching me?
I think we have emergency…...

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