Keep moving

Sometimes the damn words just won’t come.

You want to write it out but the words refuse to form, refuse to come together.

You want to walk away even when you know the only way to make the words come is to force them. Push them into existence. (Even if they’re the wrong words, they’ll pave the way for the right words.)

You have to keep moving forward.

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