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by Cainer May 10, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I don't know what to write about anymore I think i have told every story Wrote out every feeling Even uncovered buried truths Its so hard to continue writing When you know deep within you That you have nothing left to say And that every line has been said once before What does one do when he finds himself Out of things to write about But all he knows is that He loves to write even if its about nothing at all Where does one go to seek inspiration What does he need to do To continue to do What he loves to do