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The Writer in the Room

A book here, a picture there. It happens slowly. One by one he puts things into place. He unloads. Soon it becomes organized, familiar. It becomes a part of him, shows who he has become. Displays the world's influence in his life. Society's poison on his Interests, his Character, his Home. It wants to be know, seen by the world that brought it to be. But, he hides it away. A thought here, a word there. One by one, the ideas fit together. He pours onto the paper. Soon it becomes organized, familiar. It becomes a part of him, shows who he really is. Displays how he wants to influence the world. Goes against society's flow with his Beliefs, his Secrets, his Soul. It is private, personal. But, he shares it with the world.
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rachel-anne
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Jan 9, 2012
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