The blank page kept staring at me
As my pen refused to move
And there it was again, the emptiness.
It’s a familiar sight, I see it every night
As my head touches the pillow
And I shut my eyes ,
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It is messy, too messy a fight
The process of getting from wrong to right
The ruination of what is, for the inception of something better
And even then it is a game of trial and error
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