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Nothing was working, frustration set in
I should start over, but where to begin?
Jumbled up messes, stuck in my head
Maybe it’s time I take a break, but instead
I continue to trudge, through this mess
No cause for alarm, it’s probably stress
Step away from the keyboard, back again
To many words are stuck tight from within
Hands on the keys, glazed eyes in a dream
I’m pretty sure, you just heard me scream!
Leave the office, go find something to eat
Perhaps I can fuel the verses with sweets
No, that will never work, they’re diabetic
This is what happens when I am frenetic
Try to calm down, take it one at a time
But the words, continue to play, a mime
They move about, but never do they speak
It’s more like they’re playing hide and seek
Okay, that’s enough, for now, they can win
I should start over, but where to begin?
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The struggle is real! 🙂
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Yes!! 🙂
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Well – you managed a good one all the same
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Thanks so much, Derrick 🙂
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Suggestion… Begin at the beginning. 😊💛
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Ah, if it were only that simple. 🙂 ❤
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Nothing ever is…😨
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Sounds like my WIP 🙂
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Yes, exactly 🙂
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