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Feb 2014
I saw myself keel over on the street,
I was hit by surprise as I helped myself to my feet.
In my arms he/me began to fall,
I believed this was my life's call.
To save the life of one so weak,
And build myself to my pique.
But with my overestimated sense of strength,
and my underestimation of my challenges length.
I fall to my knees and my mind goes numb,
I realized that I have succumb.
To the problems that I believed I outgrew,
I never realized how little I knew.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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