I've bend reality to my own whim..
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Poetry became my best friend.

 A writer
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with many failed attempts to bend her fire.
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Arm wrestling my pen to write this.
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Now imagine whats a beauty pageant without your synapses?

I've create quotes just for the exercise, this excerpt lies because it's impossible to describe what I really see in you.