I tried writing again last night, but as usual, I ended up in a dead end. I don't know whether it's just writer's block, or whether it's something more. I used to be able to write poems, and stories at the drop of a hat, but it's been different lately. I've been smothered with memories lately, wondering and playing the "what if" game in my head. It tortures you, that game. Writing has been and will always be my passion, and I feel dead when I coudln't.
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