WHO AM I
I stand here at the tallest rock
Asking the world who i am
But it does not answer me back
As it does not want to reveal the secret
I got home and look in the mirror
Wondering who's dirty little secret i am
I realise that i was just an accident
And not a gift to my parents
Who have forsaken me the minute i was born
Like i was nothing but a curse
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