I'm in a trance that never ends,
I browse through my imagination,
Through countless ideas, awaiting their creation.
I select a few, then let them run free
Onto my paper, in an adventurous spree,
They have some good times, and some tough ones too,
And sometimes they just don't know what to do.
But they always get through it, no matter the strife,
They're like heirlooms that I pass down through my life,
They record their journies, their mistakes, their glories,
And that, my friends, is how I write my stories.
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