I Have Nothing To Write

“I have nothing to write,” I said to Rob. “What do you mean you have nothing to write,” he replied.

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Into The Unknown

Then the trunk of the tree opened wide and inside was nothing but darkness. “What lies inside the tree?” I wondered. “Do I dare find out?”

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And When She Did…

And when she was blamed, She felt ashamed. For using her voice, Did she make the right choice?

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Numb

Some days I’m just numb. To the sadness. To the pain.

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To The Dirt

Who am I to judge, Holding such a grudge?

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You’re Not There

I remember your very first singing recital. You wore a puffy orange and yellow outfit. And to be honest, you looked like a Big Stick Popsicle.

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Herself

She never loved Herself. Herself, she hated. And was completely jaded, Inside.

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