Seven

I pushed open a new page and simply waited. I waited for the words to fall right out of me, I waited with the idea that if I waited long enough something would eventually come; talent has a funny way of disappearing in times when you desperately need it. 

I pushed the page to the back of my mind and tried to make out as if I still could write; talent cannot be forced, creativity must bleed before it starts to hurt. 

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