Reflection

As the pencil makes contact with the paper, I know that my soul has made connection with the hidden side of me. When I write I know that I can't hide anything, it's me writting and I'm the only one that knows what's going on, to the other people is just a mistery, just like everyone else is. Everyone has their own story that only they know the meaning and what;s behind that pencil and paper...thoughts, memories, and feelings.

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