Writersblock
Mixed feelings fighting inside
Screaming in your ear
Beggin to go outside
So that everyone will hear
With the pen in your hand
Paper in front of you
Everything looks so damn easy
But if you’d only knew
When words are hiding
Not able to find
It’s like everything is turning black
It’s like you are becoming blind
Deep inside it is too busy
No more space is left
Not even a guide can help you through
No, it’s like all the magical words are theft
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| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 augustus 2008 | ||
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