Art Block, the party pooper in every artist's life

Sigh, there are ways to overcome this painstaking event, but I haven't found one quite yet.. Oh the rejoice I imagine, the feeling of shackles and chains falling ever so freely off thy body onto the cold, hard ground. My happiness awaits me on the other side, my worries stay here with me if I do continue to stay in contact with them. I imagine I will burst with creativity and good fortune, a mortal's dream, if I break the barrier that is holding me back. My wings, chained, my voice, as I cry out "Let me go, for I have an art mission to complete!" Is harkened, the void harkens my every word, it is harkening me and no one is able to stop it. No one can hear your cries for freedom, young and vibrant, artist. Darkness has played a toll on you, and you will suffer it all the way through. Uhh I hate art block, what should I draw?

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