Blank Pages Again

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I stared at a page tonight.

I haven't done that in a very long time. 

It's strange though. It wasn't for the lack of something to write. I had the ideas. I even have the outline. I just don't have the drive. I don't have the energy.

I hope that it comes back. Soon. 

But if not. I'll still try tomorrow.



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