She taunts me.
Half-formed ideas flash through my brain. They seem to offer truth, meaning, beauty, ...well, at least some topic interesting enough to devote a few minutes of writing.
But those ideas vanish as quickly as they arrive, leaving only a blank sheet of paper and the memory of a promise unfulfilled.
Surely, I have conquered her now though. I can avoid my Writer's Block by writing about my fickle muse herself.
How would I describe her? Well, she's.........
fuck
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Did you write this?
Yep.
I didn't like this one as much (compared to the last one you posted).
Hahaha, yeah. I'd write something better, but...
I know, you're fickled muse =).
And it's not that I hated it, I just didn't think it was as good as the other.
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