A writer writes
without ceasing
even his heart runs dry
soul cries in pain
He was made a writer
a blessing and a curse
all in his nib
Words fall from his flesh and bones
hanging onto life
He Is Who He Is
A writer writes
without ceasing
even his heart runs dry
soul cries in pain
He was made a writer
a blessing and a curse
all in his nib
Words fall from his flesh and bones
hanging onto life
This resonates with me, Cassa.
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I am glad.
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Writer’s block sucks.
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Yap
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‘A blessing and a curse’ – couldn’t have put it any better.
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šš
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I like this very much
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āŗļø
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Well-done! All writers can understand. Relatable.
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Us writers do “raw” well. And sometimes it hurts. š
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