I hate it when I've started writing on a thought and then somehow, would forget about the point I was trying to build and end up not knowing where or how to begin again. I find it really frustrating.

I have this poem I wrote about three years ago and until now, I still haven't finished it. I just couldn't find the right lines to end it. I seem to have exhausted every brain cell I have. I have scraped the bottom of my emotional barrel and came out with nothing. Well, nothing in a sense that the lines I came up with were mediocre. It is one particular poem I really love and it's exasperating when the words elude me.

I shall tackle the problem someday, when kissed by the cunning words, instead of fleeting teases, I shall write in graceful inspiration again.

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