Who am I
Who am I,
but a woman with atlas's burdens on her shoulders.
Who am I,
but a little girl trying her best in life's arena.
Who am I,
but a flower waiting to bloom in withering winter.
Who am I,
but an impostor trying to find balance in the injustice and fog.
Who am I,
but structured stardust in the blazing sun.
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