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Creation


You saw my destruction and called me a creation

You noticed my frail roots and gave me a foundation

You took my absence and gave me a will

You grabbed my hands and made them still

You realized that there’s more to me than what the eye can see

You made me realize my capability

You released my doubt and exchanged it for trust

You made me feel like gold when I felt as good as dust

You substituted my hatred and turned it into love

You removed my weakness and made me tough

You looked my pain in the face and threw it away

You gave me a purpose to reach another day 

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