Its not the clothes
that defines one's personality
nor it's not your form
that voice out who you ought to be
its not your face
that dictate one's charm and vanity
nor it ain't the expressions
that speaks if you're sad or happy
For it's not just some dream
that makes your wildest fantasy
nor it ain't the people around
that should make your own reality
Its how you live out very life uniquely
the way no one else could ever live it to be
And how you fulfill such with pride and dignity
And that, my friends, is a thing we called to thee..
AS DESTINY....
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