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» born for this, born for you

i was born to create;
that's all i know.

and i do, i do, i type and scribble in the margins of my notebook,
and i meld pain into pretty sculptures

and i make them for you
- you, you who keeps me going, you who
sits by my side and creates hope for me, you who
i laugh with you who i don't see you i create for you -
 i don't make them for me.

i don't know who i am
i don't know anything about me, at least 

but you.

you're different.
i know you.

( 9.21 )