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I’ve gotten myself into sort of a predicament
I’m not happy with the way things currently are
I want to exit this nonsense
But the door is still too far
It used to be just my voice
Only one story snowballing into existence
That voice sits on this old rusty shelf
Inside the unfinished dusty fantasy
I can hear the characters calling for me
stuck just as I
What is holding me back
Why can't we all be free?
I must rid of these imposters
the unwanted narrators of stories untold.
Should I be victorious
my voice I would behold?
I sat at the desk
and put the pen on the yellow paper.
In an instant, the stories go quiet
nothing but blackness remains.
I scream inside why?!
This is punishment.
I look over my shoulder at the dusty binder
this must be your fault.
Even I cannot win against me
my voice always escapes
It’s a simple story really
with an ending that works.
I must always take the harder way
dragging myself through intolerable misery
even though the endings are the same
I am not.
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