Extension of Me
They let me create.
They let me express me.
Without them I don’t know what I would be.
They are the tools of my mind.
They create the products of my design.
Without them, what would keep me alive?
Since I came,
And until I die,
I have and will use them to let my creativity fly.
They are and will lead the path to what will be
They are my hands, my life,
They are me.
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