I Made it

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    I Made it

    It wasn't the trouble, that i was afraid,It wasn't the pain that hurt my heart.It was the hurt that my words couldn't be heard,i could see the writting,but yet no words.i felt lost,In time i knew that it would cost.The sun hit me,it blinded me for a minute.but now i see,The pen startted moving and i could hear the words,i begin to flow,like the rivers,lakes, and oceans.now i know that it was hard for the people that paved the way.much love i made it

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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