The Block

There are days when the only way I can survive is by pretending I’m someone else. I talk to people, but I quite never know if I have said too much, or not enough. The worst part of those days is not being able to read and write.

It has been a few weeks since I’ve been able to write anything that seems meaningful or creative. The context and direction of my thoughts don’t align.

I need to find myself…

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