I lost myself, I found myself,
a constant fight within me.
Who am I? Where am I going?
This is the question I ask personally.
But as I dig deeper and deeper, I know I am not like the next,
Different, but I am a queen, a uncontrollable force.
Be beautiful, calm, and resilient,
not the words I hear, but the words I repeat.
No one is going to have that power over me,
disrupting my inner peace is like messing with my inner glow.
To give that power, that stillness with it,
it's like a hurricane washing over your head,
leaving spots not to be cleaned no matter how hard it hits.
Stay calm, stay cool, stay self-possessed,
Therefore your mind will always be at rest.
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