I am a winter rose.
I follow rules but I am my own leader.
I am stationary but crave movement.
I am a dreamer and I often dream with my eyes open.
I believe in love, joy, laughter and smiles.
I will not stay still nor silent.
Alone I stand proud.
I can see the worst but fight to find the good.
I create my own story line.
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