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Is it just me? Or does no one else know what to write. I've gathered up all of my might, But nothing really sounds right. I've turned to Google, But even a genius can't help, I've even read articles and poems, Though there's still no words for me to sell. My mind has been wiped clean, And I just can't think straight, Every one of my braincells have relocated, And all I think of are ideas I hate. Nothing has been able to help me, The struggles contagious, there's no cure, Is it really just me or am I strange? Or does it happen to anyone else. I'm not sure. I'm surprised I thought of this poem, I'm surprised my brain even works! Though I'm still clueless about my next piece, Hoping my brain still thinks of words.