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Before Pen Met Paper

I was faceless.
A blank page,
worth nothing.
A mere sillhouette,
living in a world
of color.
Whose name,
not even I
knew.

I was nothing
greater than a
coarse grain,
lost in the
deserts of time.
The sandstorm
carried me where
it liked; I had
no say.

I was nothing.
Not even a wall,
whose purpose is to stand.
Not even a shadow,
whose purpose is to
shade.
Not even a rock,
whose purpose is to
be.

I wasn't.
I didn't exist.

Until pen
met paper,
and my life
began.



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FireandWaterThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 19, 2011 at 10:51 am:
beautiful, well written, i can see it.  like very much, keep writing!
 
hancampbell replied...
Jan. 19, 2011 at 6:51 pm :
Thank you so much! (:
 
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