Here It Is
I'm still here as an alone tree in the vast desert
I'm still here, standing exactly in front of the wind
I'm still here, though looked broken
I'm still here, deprived of emotion
doesn't matter how tough once it was yet it is
what seem more worthy than fist punch by a squeeze
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