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Mar 2016
Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired, never
from what I felt
and desired. I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone,
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own

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ThePoet
Written by
ThePoet  28/F/Canada
(28/F/Canada)   
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