I am...
Before I knew myself I believed I wasn't good enough
Egotistical bastards spurred off ancient hallways
All wanted to have their fame
Until I broke that mirror in the dark room,
Tears broke, pieces shattered
I
Felt beautiful
United with myself
Loved by myself
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