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Mar 2014
Look at what I've done,
do you even see?
The work that I've completed,
it's what defines me.
At least that is what I say,
when I discuss my work to some,
but that is not what is at play,
to your opinions I succumb.

How can I stop this feeling,
of pining for approval,
and begin my personal annealing,
to fight your disapproval?
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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