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Saturday, November 19, 2005
This blank page may just be the best thing that has ever happened to me. The words define who I really am. It is unbelievable how honest and true I can be when it’s just my fingers and keys. One button at a time can bring together every word and every phrase inside my heart, until I don’t feel so lost, lonely and confused anymore. The words on this pixilated paper knows me better then anyone, anything in the world. The paper changes me, yet sets me free. I cannot imagine my life without the ability to write. When I write, I am no longer a 15-year-old girl who is stuck in high school les and drama; I am an artist, letting my soul bear itself to world. With my words I can, I will, change the world in which I live, in which I am no longer content with.