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A writer struggles for air
They breathe spelling errors and constructive criticism
They choke on their words
Try to swallow, but it doesn't feel right

Hair gnarled, tangled in fingers, greasy and unkempt
Face laced with beads of sweat
Stamped with a line of confusion

Paper strewn across a mahogany desk, coated in blue ink
Blotched mistakes and hidden meanings
A language no stone could decipher

Stumbling over punctuation marks, colors, and fonts
Issues they have created
They continued to write through the worst
Hoping to reach their best

Time has elapsed
Another hour has passed
Deprived from sleep the writer struggles
To find the perfect words to say, I'm sorry