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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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