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I is hard to describe,
give the words that define who you are,
or ceases to be.
I do not think anyone is so important.
I guess it's like anyone,
with certain defects, but with quality.
Can be constant, capricious,
or even both at the same time.
Most of the time, I'm predictable, I admit.
But the unpredictable followed me when necessary.
I can be good and bad,
right and wrong,
sadness and happiness.
I can be everything
or simply nothing.
Maybe I am therefore a lot of things.
But one thing is certain I'll never change my way of being.
... Worldwide, there are always people who will love me for who I am, others will hate me for who I a