I feel safe in front of a blank paper
     Holding a pen in my hand
Creating stories I like
     Creating believable characters
Choosing real events 
     While the outcome depends one me
I feel safe on front of a blank paper
    As it takes me 
Where it could be dangerous 
      For me to be in real life…                
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