A blank page is full of possibilities
Until it’s blank for to long
Then it becomes a reminder
Of how stuck you feel
The emptiness of your heart
The blankness of your brain
But sometimes it’s peaceful
Thinking nothing
When my brain is never quiet
A storm of thoughts finally reaching the eye
A blank page is full of possibilities
And sometimes it’s a brake from it all
Finally able to breath
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A blank page is full of possibilities
Until it’s blank for to long
Then it becomes a reminder
Of how stuck you feel... So well put!
Excellent.
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