I'm baking up a batch of writer's block cookies
Misshapen and Distaste
Like the sense that seems to drown in my head
Not a drop of ink from my tongue, in my mind not a drop of angst
Slaving over this stove to try to make something of a blooming rarity
But I'm lacking my hands that are able to write variety
I'm lacking the mind with infinite worlds and Powerful songs
So these cookies I make are of the worst kind
I hope that this stove and I will make magic in its womb
So no longer will have this terrible taste in my mouth dried of ink
So no longer will I have hands that can't write in the form of many thoughts
So I no longer have to have a mind that won't drown in is own notions
So I no longer have to bake up writer's block cookies
This is my attempt to write how i feel at this moment for i can't write shit now. Its definitely been awhile since i had writers block defeat me, but i knew that it would come along eventually. Yeah. I'm hoping i will be able to write for you guys in a few weeks, but i do not know. Because i have had writer's block so bad that i couldn't write for a what felt like a year. Also, i couldn't write on my original fictions for about three years. I finally had something come to me in the past months and its writer's block all over again.

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