They say,
That pain creates a writer.They say,
That writers don't cry;
But bleed out on the paper.But what do you write
When you're numb?Nothing crosses your mind.
Staring at the blank space ahead,
When there's nothing.Like a blank slate.
~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Gotta find a chalk.
Anna
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They say,
That pain creates a writer.They say,
That writers don't cry;
But bleed out on the paper.But what do you write
When you're numb?Nothing crosses your mind.
Staring at the blank space ahead,
When there's nothing.Like a blank slate.
~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Gotta find a chalk.
Anna