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No Longer a Writer

Then one day, everything stopped She no longer cared for things Her vitality just dropped, She no longer spread her wings. Detaching herself from poems Hundreds left unedited Papers filled with dooms The writer's dream forfeited. Gone is her ultimate dream, Gone are visions she wager She once battled- made a name Now vanished into thin air. Her pen no longer bleeding, Her thoughts no longer written People were left wondering Why she is no longer seen. Her fave coffee turned so cold Her fave books dusty, unread Her stories remain untold She finally succumbed- dead.

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Date: 8/14/2019 12:36:00 PM
Jessica, your poems are amazing. I hope they are therapy for you as they are for many of us.
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Jessica Alvero
Date: 8/22/2019 6:25:00 AM
Your comments just made my day. Rest assured that I will forever be a writer. I will never let anyone or anything stop me from expressing my thoughts.