My pen is my voice and it seeks to be heard. The paper listens to my cries as my thoughts pour out, a silent guardian for the emotions streaming wildly forth, it seems to arrange the words just so.
My pen is my voice and it seeks to be heard. The paper listens to my cries as my thoughts pour out, a silent guardian for the emotions streaming wildly forth, it seems to arrange the words just so.
Susan Jarreau - Of Dreams and Disasters 
very nicely said
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Thank you!
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