Have you ever spent some time writing a little poem and when you're finally finished you go to bed convinced you've created a masterpiece? When you awake the next morning you can't wait to read it again, so you rush to the computer like a child on Christmas morning, only to discover the poem is total crap. Has this ever happened to you? Hmmm, me too.
Have you ever struggled to write and re-write a poem over a period of days or weeks until finally you feel the poem has become what it should be? Then when you go back and read it the next day the poem feels so familiar that it makes you doubt its originality. You can't figure out if that familiar feeling is due to the amount of time you spent with those words or if you unknowingly copied another writer. You suppose it's possible that your subconscious conjured up words you'd heard before, someone else's words. Or it may just be familiar because the seeds of that poem lay dormant in you for years until finally you brought them to fruition. I choose to believe the latter, how about you? Has this ever happened to you?
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