The Joy, the Sadness, the Anger, the Hardships.
The Beatings, the Bruises, the long-broken hearts.
The Trials, the Terrors, the winter's frozen nips.
The Cold and the Hot, all stinging like darts.

Yet, that was the past, and this is the now.
I have a hundred friends, and to them I say:
"Let me come to you: hug you, and bow down
For it is you all who have helped brighten my days!"

People may have hated, judged, and despised me.

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