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[sid] => 151148
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Writer's Frustration
[time] => 2009-06-29 16:29:53
[hometext] => Writer's Block, Frustration
[bodytext] => As my hands rip the paper Another sheet of my soul is torn. What part of me Demands this self mutilation? It is my eyes! See how they flow at the sight of Words once so adored? It must be my brain That has now deemed its own thoughts Worthy of execution. No, it is my heart, Who, upon reading the words it Bled onto that blank page, Has decided the spilled emotion Far too inadequate to continue Beyond this room. EDIT: Or, is it "this room" which is in fact hindering my ability to produce language deserving enough to find a place on my page? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 75 [informant] => LaureLouise [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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