Answer
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I
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am
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unwritten.
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Can't
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read
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my
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mind.
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I'm
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undefined.
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I'm
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just
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beginning.
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The
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pen's
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in
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my
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hand,
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ending
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unplanned.
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Staring
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at
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the
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blank
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page
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before
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you.
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Open
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up
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your
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dirty
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window.
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Let
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the
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sun
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illuminate
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the
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words
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that
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you
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could
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not
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find.
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Reaching
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for
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something
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in
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the
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distance,
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so
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close
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you
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can
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almost
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taste
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it.
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Release
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your
|
inhibitions.
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Feel
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the
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rain
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on
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your
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Answer
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skin,
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no
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one
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else
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can
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feel
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it
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for
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you.
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Only
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you
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can
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let
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it
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in.
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No
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one
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else,
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no
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one
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else
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can
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speak
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the
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words
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on
|
your
|
lips.
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Drench
|
yourself
|
in
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words
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unspoken.
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Live
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your
|
life
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with
|
arms
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wide
|
open.
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Today
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is
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where
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your
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book
|
begins,
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the
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rest
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is
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still
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unwritten.
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I
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break
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tradition.
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Sometimes
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my
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tries
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are
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outside
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the
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lines.
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We've
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been
|
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Answer
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conditioned
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to
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not
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make
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mistakes.
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But
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I
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can't
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live
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that
|
way.
|
Staring
|
at
|
the
|
blank
|
page
|
before
|
you.
|
Open
|
up
|
the
|
dirty
|
window.
|
Let
|
the
|
sun
|
illuminate
|
the
|
words
|
that
|
you
|
could
|
not
|
find.
|
Reaching
|
for
|
something
|
in
|
the
|
distance.
|
So
|
close
|
you
|
can
|
almost
|
taste
|
it.
|
Release
|
your
|
inhibitions.
|
Feel
|
the
|
rain
|
on
|
your
|
skin,
|
no
|
one
|
else
|
can
|
feel
|
it
|
for
|
|
Answer
|
you.
|
Only
|
you
|
can
|
let
|
it
|
in.
|
No
|
one
|
else,
|
no
|
one
|
else
|
can
|
speak
|
the
|
words
|
on
|
your
|
lips.
|
Drench
|
yourself
|
in
|
words
|
unspoken.
|
Live
|
your
|
life
|
with
|
arms
|
wide
|
open.
|
Today
|
is
|
where
|
your
|
book
|
begins.
|
Feel
|
the
|
rain
|
on
|
your
|
skin,
|
no
|
one
|
else
|
can
|
feel
|
it
|
for
|
you.
|
Only
|
you
|
can
|
let
|
it
|
in.
|
No
|
one
|
else,
|
no
|
one
|
|
Answer
|
else,
|
can
|
speak
|
the
|
words
|
on
|
your
|
lips.
|
Drench
|
yourself
|
in
|
words
|
unspoken.
|
Live
|
your
|
life
|
with
|
arms
|
wide
|
open.
|
Today
|
is
|
where
|
your
|
book
|
begins.
|
The
|
rest
|
is
|
still
|
unwritten.
|
Staring
|
at
|
the
|
blank
|
page
|
before
|
you.
|
Open
|
up
|
the
|
dirty
|
window.
|
Let
|
the
|
sun
|
illuminate
|
the
|
words
|
that
|
you
|
could
|
not
|
find.
|
Reaching
|
for
|
something
|
in
|
the
|
distance.
|
So
|
close
|
you
|
|
Answer
|
can
|
almost
|
taste
|
it.
|
Release
|
your
|
inhibitions.
|
Feel
|
the
|
rain
|
on
|
your
|
skin.
|
No
|
one
|
else
|
can
|
feel
|
it
|
for
|
you,
|
only
|
you
|
can
|
let
|
it
|
in.
|
No
|
one
|
else,
|
no
|
one
|
else
|
can
|
speak
|
the
|
words
|
on
|
your
|
lips.
|
Drench
|
yourself
|
in
|
words
|
unspoken.
|
Live
|
your
|
life
|
with
|
arms
|
wide
|
open.
|
Today
|
is
|
where
|
your
|
book
|
begins.
|
Feel
|
the
|
rain
|
on
|
|
Answer
|
your
|
skin.
|
No
|
on
|
else
|
can
|
feel
|
it
|
for
|
you,
|
only
|
you
|
can
|
let
|
it
|
in.
|
No
|
one
|
else,
|
no
|
one
|
else
|
can
|
speak
|
the
|
words
|
on
|
your
|
lips.
|
Drench
|
yourself
|
in
|
words
|
unspoken.
|
Live
|
your
|
life
|
with
|
arms
|
wide
|
open.
|
Today
|
is
|
where
|
your
|
book
|
begins.
|
The
|
rest
|
is
|
still
|
unwritten.
|
The
|
rest
|
is
|
still
|
unwritten.
|
The
|
rest
|
is
|
still
|
unwritten.
|
|