Writer’s Block

I have nothing left to write

I have said all I need

Mourned when life didn’t go my way

And rejoiced when it did

Do I write because I’m a writer

Or is it my ego I am attempting to feed?

Why am I like this?

It’s like I’m a different breed

I have nothing left to write

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