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I may be quiet,

You might say shy,

But inside my head

I am composing.

A novel,

A story,

A song.

Word by word,

Chapter by chapter,

Note by note.

A never ending,

Never ceasing,

Never stopping

Whirlwind of words,

And passions,

And feelings

For which words haven't

Been invented.

The excitement of fiction

Is the best feeling.

The love and loss,

The rules to live by,

The flame that will

Never go out

And never dim.

Living a thousand lives

And aging one billion years

Yet, not moving one inch.

Learning of love,

And cherishing it.

Learning of injustice,

And preaching against it.

Learning of adventure,

And seeking it.

My seeking,

My living,

My knowledge,

My adventure,

Will continue

Until the last page,

The last word,

The last note.

No, my song will continue

And it will be beautiful.

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