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Writer's Block

A Poem

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Writer's block, oh writer's block,

You're the bane of my existence.

You make me want to scream and shout,

And tear my hair out in frustration.

You're the reason I can't write,

The reason I can't create.

You're the reason I'm stuck,

And I don't know how to get unstuck.

But I'm not going to give up on you,

Writer's block.

I'm going to keep fighting,

And I'm going to beat you.

I'm going to write,

Even if it's just one word.

I'm going to create,

Even if it's just one sentence.

And I'm going to keep going,

Until you're gone for good.

So writer's block, bring it on.

I'm ready for you.

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Mother Combs

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    Written by Mother Combs