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black and white Sometimes we paint a picture that's only black and white We tend to forget that the colors were always in our hands. For a very long time, I was stumbling in the dark, Even though the candles were always there. Today, I have come to realize that I am what I am, Simply because, I let others paint my world. I let a simple pebble turn into a rock While letting time slip through my hands. I am a warrior, for I have fallen many times However, I always managed to up again. I do not know how many battles I will win or lose, All I know is the war has yet to be won. By, Sarabjit Pannu 2010

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