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My Teen Ink Audience
I've never met you.
In fact, I don't know anything about you.
Well. Except your innermost thoughts, feelings...fears. Emotions.
Those I know.
I know those, and I know your favorite quote, your favorite song, favorite book, and movie.
I know your words.
I see them roll around my mind,
as your soul reluctantly creates a form behind my eyes,
behind my computer screen.
I know your voice,
today.
A voice that hungers to be heard.
To be valued.
And our fingers feed us through a keyboard.
Our blood spills across a paper, nervously eager,
to shriek our secrets gracefully across the thousands of minds it may touch.
Do I want this?
Can I bear exposing myself?
No one hears my thoughts but me—
the scrambled images that I see.
I can't resist!
I lose control.
The pen takes my hand,
the hand takes my words,
the words rip at my heart,
as I let you see
a little bit of me.
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