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The world around me has no power to stop itself. There is weakness in every corner, in every crevice. I hid in the crevices with it. For, where there is weakness, I am also found.
I pick it up, my mind goes wild I move it around, my heart smiles. The way it moves on this sheet of white Makes the words in black a beautiful sight. My thoughts cannot be hidden here,