Progress is slow

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When I write I do so when I am ready, over the last few weeks I have been embroiled in an internal fight, I know where I want to take the next page, but necessity demands that I get it just right.

So now I am stuttering no real progress to show, for now I must content myself with jumbles,
Of an idea that cannot and will not just flow.

Patience they say is a good thing, but frustration can cause the ink to be thrown.

I will just have to wait and wait ever pondering,

God I hate it so much when progress is slow.

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