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Oh pencil,
Lead so fine and the wood dipped in yellow
The feeling of wood in my palm,
My senses ignight.
The desire to write
To draw
The feelings inside.
This pencil of mine
Is my life
As youth, we wish youth away,
We wish to be older, for our adult days.
To move away from home,
To live self-instructed lives,
To have our freedom and not worry about our parent guides.
