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May 05, 2010
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Blind
I know what is there.
I know what to expect.
Yet, I SEE nothing.
There's so much scenery around me.
Ton of things to look at.
Words batter my brain.
Yet there is nothing to put on paper.
The canvas remains blank.
The ruled lines unfilled.
The story goes untold.
The artist is blind,
Frustrated,
Stuck,
Empty
And alone.
The picture stays unseen.
Written by Tink 5/4/10
— Tink, May 05, 2010
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Critiques
Beauregard
16 years 2 months ago
Writers block
Tink
16 years 2 months ago
thanks Kelsey
Race_9togo
16 years 2 months ago
Hiya Tink
weirdelf
16 years 2 months ago
Jim's ideas sound great
Tink
16 years 2 months ago
JIM!!!!
Tink
16 years 2 months ago
Jess!
BrightEyed
16 years 1 month ago
that happens to me all the
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