personal poem
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The person who stands today isn’t the same person who stood a year ago,
A month ago,
Or even just yesterday.
I am constantly being reshaped, reimagined.
She grows up
She's not the same as she was first born
she grew bigger than I had imagined
She's more taller
and has a beautiful stance whenever she aligns her feet underneath
the doorway of my room
Looking at my face
You'd never know
In my life
A war grows
On the outside
I`m filled with life
On the inside
I`m dying
Not from sorrow
Not from strife
Literally I fight
