Torn in two by the heart I own,
For the soil of my homeland,
And the sand of my love land.
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Blue skies and sun pull me one way,
The ones I love and love me pull me another,
Oh how to choose whether to stay or go.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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