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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