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You read that the buds dry faster in cool dark places, so you put my stories in a room built of lies. You filled it with songs that echoed hollow promises. You sealed the windows perfectly, no one on the outside knew. And when the room was ready, you invited another woman to switch off the lights.

Did Shakespeare ever have a writer’s block?

It’s almost as if he writes these plays to control what they do because he can’t control that in the real world. Is that what writing Is for great scholars? A sense of control? How did Shakespeare stop shaking?