In a room full of people
I sit down with a pencil in hand and a paper on my desk
I think
All around me everyone disappears
I write
It's me in the pencil,
controlling everything it does
I'm just there to watch
It tells my life story
Everything i am, everything i do
It screams and shouts my name
It stops
Im in my own environment
doing what I do best
As I write the last lines and look around
Everyone doesn't see
that everything I have ever written is just one more story of me
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