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Life is full of up and down,
I fill my soul with blithe and crown.
I can't trust anyone except mine,
shape my life easy as pie and Yes, I'm fine.
I emphasis on goals, not obstacles,
look my strength by wearing spectacles.
at night,a pen and a cup of tea in my hand,
untill I reach myself on success land.
Effort is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired,
that's the reason,my soul never tired.
I take every problem as a challenge,
'cause I know why homeless people scavenge.
The energy of my soul never deactivate,
nobody can't even imagine the way I thought,it's just innate.
I'm beautiful, I'm strong, Yes, I'm free,
no failure,no fear can bound me.
never whine, never complain, never explain myself,
my soul is Samurai, I'm fighting myself.
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This poem is about my soul. It's strength,passion,trust,etc all are mentioned in this short poem .
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