Tamara sighs as she puts her instrument down next to her. It’s beyong frustrating. Ususally she doesn’t struggle this hard in writing out a song, but this…
“Well…i can’t really get the proper inspiration for it when the place it originates from no longer exsists“
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🖤Blue D Tamara🖤
smoke that curled toward the ceiling.
“Beating your head against the problem relentlessly won’t magically provide answers.
Take a break, do something else. Look elsewhere for inspiration.”
Good advice… from a hypocrite who absolutely approached problems with stubborn persistence.
