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Staring at me…taunting, laughing, jeering in it's stark nothingness. Daring me to conquer is whitely leering face, To tread my ink stained thoughtsteps through its vacant desert. To disturb the featureless sands of emptiness with trails of significance and meaning where none exist. It is for you I write… for me… for everyone and no one. To fill the empty spaces of life with something…anything that may or may not ever matter except to the blank page, who sacrifices its sterile environment freely, without judgment, without comment, without fear, joy, or retribution. It expresses nothing so that I can express everything…or nothing if I prefer. Keeping its silent vigil patiently, willingly, eternally. Waiting for something, for me, to scar its countenance with the ravings of forever.
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