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May 2019
I compete at top speed,
Like Suzan bolt,
Athlete.
Always complete,
Get victory,
With or without an injury,
Nothing can stop me defeat,
Do it all again, battle then repeat.

The experiences of trauma and terror,
Released the my strength and will to be clever.
Had a few falls, even rode off the circuit,
Being nocturnal,
Can lead to events that are incidental.
Got trapped in dark walls,
My dearest trait plummeting to extinction,
Being energetic.

Got me consulting a professional,
Praying it’s as easy as connecting wires,
Electrical.
Please be hypothetical.
I should of asked nicer, but I thought it was theoretical.
A diagnose one day I will say I have beat,
With only my fire-signs heat.

With elements on my side,
Fire, wind, earth and water,
I could no longer hide.
I had to possess these powers,
In order to rejuvenate my dying flowers.
Written by
Natasha Bailey
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