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Your eyes burn intensely and your heart begins to beat furiously.
The exitement that only you can feel as you begin hurriedly scribbling,
rushes through your body like poison through a dead man.
Your eyes begin to sore from the intensity of the white on the paper.
Your hand begins to ache from the pressure of which you are holding
your sidekick, your most important tool, your pen.
You are writing in a fury of lines, dashes, curves.
The writing takes form, lives, breathes!
Then you start to lose it.
Your writing slows down,
your grip loosens.