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Dear writer’s block, it’s not you but me…
We aren’t compatible. We don’t like the same things. We’re just too different. We were never meant to be. You’ve high jacked all of my original thoughts. Rhythm and rhyme escape me. I can’t think of a single plot. You’ve drained me completely. The hold you had on me, I never knew. But that time is over, in time you will realize what I say is true. There is someone out there for everyone, but I’m not that someone for you. Nothing more needs to be said. There’s nothing left to do. You’ve given it an honest shot. It’s time I bid you adieu.
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