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No one else


I saw the world for what was and no one else would listen.

And so it became that my thoughts were bursting from their prison 

and when I was at my lowest point she was there to hear me

No matter what I spat she would never fear me 

and soon I began to speak so much my thoughts became my vision 

I might be an insignificant person but to her I'm one in a million 

To her I speak knowledge and wisdom but no one else seems to comprehend

She speaks motivation when I rip my page and start again 

No one has her essence

It's like I'm walking in the heavens 

And I'm at my best when it's just her and me 

So thank you poetry 

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