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March 30, 2016

When I press "record",

a new "me" appears.

My laugh rings like music

and the room is all rainbows

and I dance to Ricky Dillon

and forget about the rest of the world.

When I press "stop",

my life turns to white,

like a blank piece of paper

full of nothing meaningful; A cold, starless night.

-by kaley.

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