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I stare at the blinking cursor on my notebook’s bright screen.
I stare on the blank and empty document.

I stare not knowing what to write.
I stare not feeling anything to share.

I stare out into the open
My minds bugged by so many things.
Too much! I shout inside my brain…

There are many complexities in life
Too much, too handle
With this one brain that I have on top,
With this one heart I have at the center,
Its getting too much, too handle…

I stare at the blinking cursor on my notebook’s bright screen.
I stare on what seems to be a something
Words visited and became a blurred idea,
I finally stare and it was really nothing…

ps. author is on a perplexed state of mind (apathetic)

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