Broken and scarred I may be,
But they do not define my soul;
Picking up every piece of me,
I will rebuild myself, whole.
Not a weak person, never was I
A victim born for your slashes;
But fire, that kills the careless fly;
Only burning below the ashes.
I'm the soul where purity reside;
Never, ever try to pollute me.
For if I, to defeat you, decide,
No defence, enough, will ever be!
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