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for years ive been running away from this world afraid to let them see my face the shame, fear, love and hate trying to avoid my fate planning a great escape i see no light at the end of my tunnel theres no sign of day it stays night for the sun no longer shines my way so now im lost in transition from here not knowing where to go the only thing i can see is this paper so i decide to let my ink flow unable to stop the rythm i let myself groove to the beat allowing my ink too bleed has become oh so sweet and now i got something for the world to see how an pen and pad has changed me and how my life now has an alternative end to a life that i thought would never begin