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blue lines, white paper. writers block. ive got a brick block in my head. where are all of the words? too many thoughts; not enough detail. fill in the fine lines and it all becomes a blob. ink spot. when it's time to write it down inbetween the blue lines, my life becomes sans meaning. too many novel thoughts, cute cliches, when do they stop? they don't stop. in love? maybe it's the only time i can write. its the only time my heart is working as hard as your mind, blazing with passion and no thought. but that's just me.