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This is for the Identity contest: question or theme: "Minus identity, who am I?
I, alone, cognizant and coherent Yet frail and new am I Many times the size when first was here Reborn into this unlucky surprise No mother to swaddle with affectionate kiss No father with pride holding me up to the masses Oh, To have earned a place and name among The bone of my bone and blood of my blood Staggering, naked, a reflection I seek This question to answer, who am I, to see Dark tresses like silk, along a straight spine Follow the shape, look into my brown eyes This stranger before me will not be revealed Seeing this form, yet in the dark still Shadows oppress me, push, pull, and blow The wind of their presence unlocking to know In flashes the light peaks through in between The darkness and shadows that aim to hide me The vision is black, my image concealed Yet now the light sparks inside, I am revealed... She is weary but she fights She is overwhelmed with the night She is seeking for truth Holding on, so much to lose She is bitter but she's kind She is scared all the time She forgives gratefully Trying so hard to be everything She gives more than she takes She will lie for your sake She's not proud of herself Sometimes wants to be someone else She falls down, then rises up She gives all when she loves She wants to be left alone But wants someone to hold The good and the bad, the right and the wrong, at war in her heart, She'll keep singing her song.

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