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new me
Everything is fading,
but still i'm standing,
I'm standing in the middle of the field,
Though its storming,
I'm still facing all the fears although it really hurts me so,
As days pass by,
Things gets more complicated,
When the battle had started,
I thought of loosing but
I did not let it carry me away,
So I started fighting,
Fighting for my freedom and will,
Now,,the battle had ended and i'm right here standing,
Standing with peace and pride..
this is a poem about myself.. the new me..
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