The weakness that rests inside of me rests not when strength summons me to be.
So foreign is even the word 'strength' to me these days.
I think back to when I was a child and such strength found it's way in everything I did.
I see that same strength now, in other youths.
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Oh why do you delet my poems upon submission Poemhunter,
I do not alway remember to save them before subission,
and on the fly, well, I forget to copy them,
and then I get to the next page, and what do you know,
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