With pencil in hand, the words flood the notebook page with the writer's jumbled expressions. The so called writer doesn’t have a clue where they are going with the thoughts and ideas all over the crowded paper. They look up from all the mess to glance at the clock. Three AM, they were up all night again. They slowly get to their feet and
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