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Jamie drove all night only to find herself a little bit too late.Typewriters await; fingers bound to weights that won't let up.I've lost my touch. What will I do?Writers block my mind from ideas to take full shape to manuscript.Ghosts of words I wrote haunt me through the critics notes I find.They're all so kind for my first time.I can't make a boat again finding that the world's not flat but round.Lightning strikes a match. Thunderous crowds approach your house with torches flamed.Failing ambitions; fulfilling expectations of old.Truth be told, I am scared.Set ablaze to books that you are fond of; I'll move on, references gone.One page I must write. "Just get it done tonight so I can sleep," is what I think. I'm on the brink.I can't see you. I won't hear you. I don't need you. I will write this book.Words spit out like rain onto a page that's blank with rage that's not no more.First one took a day. Second one they say is the hardest to write. It's been a fight. I'm almost there.Pam took all Fred had finding the things that made him happy all must pass.Hundred pages down; this book has turned my whole world around.I once was lost, but now am found.I have made a boat again finding that the world's not flat but round. Aus Songtexte Mania