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I used to open up and let the words flow through me. Or I'd have a phrase or a word that a poem would build itself around. I used to think that I really had something.
I don't know how adversity is supposed to help you, though. I went through the most difficult time in my life and came out of it with nothing. No muse, no words, nothing.
Now, if someone could tell me how to get that spark back, I'd love to know.
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Someday, someone will best me.
But it won't be today, and it won't be you.
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