I. Blank Slate

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Staring at a white blank page,
Just like being alone in a dimly lighted stage,
Hidden and keeping this furious rage,
So I can express these emotions from this cage.

As my world decides to change,
All of my progress, that I have made,
Everything is slowly starting to fade,
That's when I realized I am on a brand new page.

Word by word it s-starts to fit in,
Slowly filling this white blank page,
Clouded thoughts began to thin,
And so it begins, the forgiving of sins.

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