Cachophony!!

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Cachophony of words...
Deep thoughts!!
Solitude...
I am trying to write but...
I am lost!
What should I write?
How should I write?
Where should I begin from?
The Past, the Present or the Future!
Am I going through a 'Writers Block'? 
Or that I have lost my senses to Emote!
So many words, stories to jot
But still I have no thought ! 
Cachophony!!

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