(5) Nonexistent
I do not exist in the world of written successMy words are nothing but a lost soul on crumpled paper
Nothing exists but the road that leads to nowhere
Deserted my heart is undeniably shattered in its cage
My empty grave awaits to be filled with the broken body of insanity
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Number five of seven. Some writers may feel this and call it writers block. I had stopped writing for a while because nothing sounded good anymore that I was writing so it became insanity to keep trying. Words had deserted me. I took a break.
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