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Pages Empty at first glance But bursting with thoughts Waiting to be discovered A pencil Just a simple length of lead and wood But can voice even the smallest idea When sharpened enough An idea Seemingly small and insignificant Can crush empires then build them up again With the right resources A dream Hours and hours of action In reality only lasting a few seconds The impossible seems natural You are capable of everything A whirlwind of thoughts without much direction But that’s the beauty of it You see Anything is possible ere)