Writings
Pages and pages all around
Dirty pencil shavings and pencil shavings
Just littering the floor
Blistering hands and more blistering hands
Not a pleasure
And sadly that's how some see it
But I see pages and pages of wonderful worlds
And pencil shavings all over the ground
Because each one wrote a story
Some of the stories hold truths
And some are like treasures that have never been known
And the blistering hands
Not true until you write too much
But that's not possible
At least not to me
So write well and remember
Writing, is all how you see it
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