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Onto the Page


The letters flick Onto the page. Appearing from nothing. The most beautiful sight to see. Creating a story In my head. Watching it come to life. Words dancing on a blank page. As the words come to life, My mind is freed. The clutter filling it is gone. I write to express who I am. I am trapped inside until the letters flick onto the page.
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