White blank and dry it was,
dear I had to try,
picked my graphite.
tried to write.
heart heavy as stone, no words pass me by,
eyes trying to see the dawn but the picture was a disguise,
Hands fighting with my mind sprit and soul,
words which fall there on the white blank sheet could'nt say it all,
dissembled my feelings what I wrote was not to be defined.
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