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It doesn't matter how hard you look,
Or how often you point.
This is who I am and I am not ashamed today,
neither will I be tomorrow.
You have laughed and sneered at me,
But it will no longer phase me. I will not accept it.
The nights I shivered in fear and despair,
My brain too exhausted to sleep. Those are no more.
Yes life, Its you that I am talking to.
Those lemons you tossed at me,
The same ones I crushed
I now give back to you.
For I used them as manure and I grew
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