Some expected me to be perfect but I’m not, for nobody is. I have my mistakes, weaknesses, and fear but I’m contented of whatever of life I have and it doesn’t matter where I came from, my title or family name, it’s always dignity as a person that count. Others may see me as a stone not a person and I don’t give a damn. I know who I am, how I care for people I love, what I think and what I feel, me, myself, and I, not perfect but just the way I want it.
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