Thoughts enter my mind
As I walk upon the stage
My pen is out
My papers down
But nothings on the page
I try to write
I try to go
But eventually I stop
I end up alone with a blank page
It must be writers block
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
