Am I something magnificent?
I would say,I'm just an ordinary soul.
A soul trying to stand up among others.
And a transitory star in the night sky.
My house is rebuilt now.
It's full of enthusiasm.
The walls are crafted of hope.
The mirror asks me,"Who are you?"
I say,"I'm myself.I'm a blooming flower revolting against my dark enemies and myself."
I will fall down.
The world will attempt to make me crippled.
But I will rise.
I will stand up once more.
It is only I,who can protect myself from the fears and odds.
Overcoming all the hardships till now,
I see a new weaved and plotted me in the gleaming mirror.
That's how I see myself.
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