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I staple these sheets together before I turn the project in. My project composes all of my ideas into a single stack binded by a metal object. My ideas, my beliefs, my feelings, my passions, my hopes, my dreams, my everything. I just hope the staple won't ruin the structure of my life.
Pattern again. Lets see what I would write now. When I see patterns my eyes follow a journey of colors, repetition, shapes, and lines. My eyes get lost in the design only to confuse my brain and give it peace. It seems like pattern can solve our problems but really we see that repeating history has only hurt us.