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You break and hate
yourself for that.
But how do I make you believe
that you were strong for so long
that you had to break at some point?
How do I make you believe
that even the hardest rocks break?
How do I make you believe that
you're stronger than a Viking
Because a Viking kills
But you?
You get killed everyday and yet survive.
Just tell me how do I make you believe in yourself?
Because your strength inspires me.
And if you lose your strength,
God knows I'll lose mine.

Louis always wondered what it was like to be a good poet.

He could convey so much in a few lines, just like Harry does.

Louis loved what he had though, was content and didn't want more, maybe it wasn't meant for him to have that talent.

Louis hated people who criticised their own talents and he pitied those who were oblivious to theirs.

Louis always thanked whoever there was above, for what he had.

There were people in this world who always said ' I wish I had a talent.' Louis wanted to look in their eyes and say, 'You've got talent you dumb shit, it just takes time to realise that.'

It was the game of life, Louis's favourite game apparently, it was the purpose of life to find-to search. The best part about it was, you find what you're looking for in the end and Louis guarantees that. The worst part about it was well, you've got go through obstacles-painful ones at that.

But Louis believes it's worth it in the end.

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[Chat between Harry and Louis on the write app]
Bold- Louis
Normal- Harry

What's up curly?!

How do you know I have curly hair? :O

You told me, idiot.

Oh.

Can you tell me more about yourself?

More as in my features or about the things I like and dislike?

Anything. Honestly you can talk about water and I'd be there listening because you'll make it intriguing nonetheless.

Haha.

I hope you're blushing.

Maybe, maybe not.

LOUIS YOURE BLUSHING AWAWAWAWAWWWAW.

Going on to the things about me, I hate a certain curly haired guy named Harry Styles.

But you love me :(

Do not.

Do to.

Do not.

Do to.

Do NOT.

Do TO.

DO NOT.

DO TO

DO TO

DO TO

I have blue eyes and brown chestnut hair?

So you do love me.

I just said I have blue eyes and brown chestnut hair.

Whatever you say Lewis.

It's Lou-eh.

Okay, Lewis.

Okay, HarOLD.

You did not.

I did to ;)

I hate you.

I love you too, sweet cheeks.

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SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OKAY.

HOW WAS THAT POEM BTW? I WROTE IT SOOO....

AND HOW WAS THE CHAPTER?!

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