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A paper ... Blank and white Pen in my hand Penning down my thoughts I wish I could write For hours and hours . No checking rhymes ,no rhythms No such words , no breathtaking sentences . But if I try a little harder to think what to write then just maybe the page won't forever stay white . When I look at a blank piece of paper I get the urge to write . With what, you may ask Dreams , hopes and feelings that I could never say . Writing silently speaks up my mind . You cant be judged when you write because its just who you are And it's all possible because of the blank piece of paper .