I Am A Survivor
I am a Survivor,
Struggles every hour,
Personalities sour,
But bloom like a flower,
Refuse to let myself break down,
But to stand tall wearing a crown,
Fading away there goes my frown,
Where my heart's never a ghost town,
I would never judge upon thee,
But will work on a better me,
After that I'll then become free,
And prove who I was meant to be,
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