While inspiration
tortured me to live,
love made me
believe.
Music became my
soul,
and virtue became my
goal.
When creativity
suffered with atrocity,
and patience calmed
ferocity
Poetry became my strongest
suit,
and my mind opened
like a parachute.
When friendship
smothered my solace,
and emotions escaped
my embrace
I found beauty in
the cosmic space,
and accepted raptures
with grace.
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