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The white paper
i sharpen my pencil, rip off a new sheet of paper with him in mind i construct a smmall head i add hair 2 eyes and a nose a mouth. ...
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Time
you are the bandit that travles both day and night you fear not of being known, for no1 can stop you. oh how i abused you when you were once ...
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The rage of the writer
I woken up to a unfamiliar place its dark. realy dark a small light is behind me thefigure of a man beihnd a screen is what i seen he ...