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Apr 2021
First, it was drawing.
I wanted to be the best.
I spent hours on my floor with my sketchbook,
Filling it with broken humans.
But then, I abandoned it.

Next, it was baking.
I wanted to be the best.
I spent hours in the kitchen with my cookbook,
Making a recipe of disaster.
But then, I abandoned it.

Finally, it was poetry.
I didn't want to be the best.
I didn't want anything anymore.
I spent hours at my desk with my notebook,
Pouring my shattered heart onto the paper.
But then,
After I had tried so hard,
And given so much,
It abandoned me.
Written by
The Lonely Poet  F
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     Mogheer K Barghuthy and ---
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