Once upon a time there was- Nonononono, I'm not going to start like that, how about this, umm....
Way back in the day- Nah, sounds too old- ok got it
A few years ago- Nope, still not right
Okay, so this one time, there was a girl, who had a- CRAP! I forgot what I was writing about!!! Ummmmmmm dragons, NO! Princesses? NO! Gosh, writing is a LOT harder than it seems!
Well, our story begins with a girl sitting at a laptop, hunched over the keyboard with sweat dripping off her brow. The lights are off and her parents are in another room. Can you guess what she was doing? Well, if you said she was watching porn.... YOU'RE WRONG!!! Stupid Sicko! BUT, if you think she was on a chat room, you're STILL wrong. Was she doing homework? Nope, middle of July.
This girl was working herself up over a story, she wanted to write a story. But she couldn't remember what about. She sat there, writing and rewriting, but nothing sounded right. She read aloud to herself many times, hoping that better words would come to her. She had never experienced such a case of writer's block in all of her fourteen years. It SUCKED!!!
But eventually, she got it, and I have been sitting here for thirty minutes writing about myself, on a Saturday night because I have no life. And YOU have been sitting there, reading this, wasting a good however many minutes of your own life to listen to me complain.
But I thank you for coming across this poem and reading it, it's good to know that there're other people out there even MORE bored and with LESS of a life than I have.
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