Poema 11

Midnight, twenty-one
Today I'm not scared to live
I'm proud of what I've become
I'm smiling trough this shit
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I finally understand
How it is to be a metamorphosis
I may have stones in the way
But I aim to be disclosed
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I won't try to be perfect anymore
Somedays I fall yet I stand
Even if I care for the world
I'm standing for me, by my own demand