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My pencil
scratches across the paper Without pausing I write my feelings, shaping them into a story that people can enjoy. I take pride in my ideas, and sculpt them to fit the outline of my story. Chip off some characters, shape my plot, smooth out details. My pencil is my chisel, my paper holds my sculpture. My masterpiece is my hobby, my life's way of expressing itself. How it will come out, not even I know. |
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