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My Muse

My muse is more than one thing

more than one person

more than just me

It is something that science cannot explain

My muse is silence,

sadness,

music,

lullabies,

suffering,

happiness,

this person,

that person,

me

But do not be vain, friend,

for I do not speak of you

I made myself strong

no one else

and that is all I have in the end

My muse is everything

everyone

also nothing

and no one

Yes, I am my own muse

I draw from my suffering and torment

for out of the greatest pain

comes unimaginable beauty