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I use to revel at the blank page
Before me. It was my playground,
And on it I was happy as a five
Year old let loose for recess. It
Was also my sanctuary the place I
Could go to stupor and recollect
My thoughts when emotions had
Gotten the better of me. This blank
Page which was once a friend and
Counselor has turned into an enemy
And a nightmare. Now it mocks me
As my words wisp by making my
Mind feel hollow. I'm gasping at
Straws to put something real on
This blank page before me.