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Stories, poems and views of the world by me. Published August 16, 2015. And even worse- I have my exams coming up. An Incident Which Taught Me To Never Give Up Poem.

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There was something in the window that took my eye. It was something quite beautiful but impossible to buy. So I took it for a while, no more. I kept it close and held it dear. I had no choice, I faced my fear.