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When I scribble these lines from the back of my mind, the only thing holding me back is the ink quickly disappearing from this pen; each word takes a little more. My thoughts flow out like when a river meets the ocean. Some intricate and lengthy. Others vague and to the point. What I put on paper isn't just what I think; it's part of my soul grabbing your eye and letting it see within.
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