The white page stares up at her,
taunting her with invisible eyes.
How she had pictured herself,
Words flowing onto the white paper,
pages filling up within seconds...
How that memory seemed so distant,
so faded..
She closed the notebook
and glared at the spiral spine,
the emerald green cover.
How dare it taunt her,
make a fool out of her.
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