Blank pages
Full of endless possibilities
But like Levinthals theory
In nanoseconds
The endless potential dies
And suddenly the barren lines desperate to carry meaning
To bear fruit of wisdom
Are filled with you
However
This was not predetermine
This was not fate
I was just trying
To do my homework
About the Creator
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