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Who Am I
Who Am I
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The mother of peace,
An appreciation with a tease,
She got tired of her life,
Brawling with an inner strife.
Blame her not,
Pointing to those battles she's fought,
She hates me though,
Unaware that I'm a foe.
"You showed me vile"
She said "With your cunning guile"
Hits me hard with her fist,
Shattering me into pieces but with a twist.
I showed her more,
In every bit I fell, as I'm the mirror.
