Sometimes I get inspired at the most random times. I don't fight it anymore, I just write. The words started flowing from one single thought. This is just a small piece of poetry. It's a work in progress.
Maybe it's obtainable
It seems within my reach
What I want is that near me
I'm fighting for it
Trying to grab on to it with both hands
It's mine
I can feel it...
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