I am bound.
I sit here staring at the blank page, I hear the clock ticking, and the seconds go by the longer i stare, the harder it becomes, my mind will not let my creations flow, The blank page stares back at me, its becomes my enemy, its weakens my creativity, it blinds my imagination, for i cannot type or write, i am bound to the blank page and its emptiness.
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