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There is a blank.
I try to push my mind forward,
And I can feel the strain
Almost a physical feeling
Filling my chest
Teeming at my throat.
My paper is blank,
My pen hovering over it.
Has life stopped to amaze me?
I don’t see the beauty any more.
All I see are greyish people
In their black and white lives
Where I once saw colour.

-A

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