Pen and paper,
A trembling hand,
Fearful of mistakes,
Afraid to take a stand,
Courage is called,
To draw the first line,
You no longer stall,
Now is the time,
The images fly,
A flurry across the page,
The permanent ink dries,
Mistakes take center stage,
Blank paper now full,
With splotches of black,
You try to erase,
But you cannot take it back.
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