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my pen was always in my fingers scribbling the latest tear drawing the newest fascination creating feelings on paper I was never good at talking but writing came easy each word danced its way onto the paper each sentence a new adventure never knowing where I'd end just knowing I'd get there pen in hand paper covered in emotions and experiences
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
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my pen was always in my fingers scribbling the latest tear drawing the newest fascination creating feelings on paper I was never good at talking but writing came easy each word danced its way onto the paper each sentence a new adventure never knowing where I'd end just knowing I'd get there pen in hand paper covered in emotions and experiences
jenna-luginbill
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
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