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by Dina Feb 26, 2007 category : Life, society / inspirational
On the shelf there sat a book, Of which I had to give a look And once I had it in my hand This feeling came, which I could not understand What, why, when and how I'm still puzzled even now The story of mine was inside So many things I wanted to hide My past, present and future My features and my hidden nature I took this book to read it through And every time I thought it was over A new thing did I discover In the story I fought, wept and cried But in the end I stood and survived For in the book I was the hero In the book I was strong And in life I'm determined to dance on the rhythms of my own song I'm determined to move along, because I'm the hero, and in that there is no wrong