I squeeze my heart for comfy words
I squeezed my brain but nothing came
I huff and puff to write some stuff
I drop my pen and count to ten
I feel like shit, I cant excrete
its nasty how these words could cheat
I feel depression kicking in
think fast my boy or you'll be in
I said wala, my writers clock
im writing about my writers block!
Mythical_Poet
I squeezed my brain but nothing came
I huff and puff to write some stuff
I drop my pen and count to ten
I feel like shit, I cant excrete
its nasty how these words could cheat
I feel depression kicking in
think fast my boy or you'll be in
I said wala, my writers clock
im writing about my writers block!
Mythical_Poet
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