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take the pen as your world the paper your blank canvas red,black,and blues so common on such fragile paper.lost outside..locked inside, the thought of being so cold hearted but yet so loving.as we all struggle to survive and make even the saddest moments put a smile on our faces.sleepless nights whether anxiety or fear took over.such wonders.beautifully made clocks stand over our heads.each minute so special.when does our clock run out of time, and leads us into the dark or into the light....