Astrid Hardjana

Finding out who you are
Is continuous and never ending
It is filled with many questions
Provided with many answers
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At times when things seem so distant,
Confidence disappears in an instant.
Questions begin to arise,
Questions wondering why you're alive.
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I cannot thank you enough
For all that you have given
I can only hope to match
The love that you have given
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It comes to me in different ways
Choosing different ways on different days
It controls me by making me mad
Often causing my spirit to be sad
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In the continent of North America
We speed like race cars
In the Indy 500
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In different ways to us it appears
But don’t be threatened by your fears
We have to use the power we own
Even if we feel alone
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I don’t know how to share my thoughts
I don’t know how to sort my feelings
I only know that I don’t fit in
And it’s time to stop concealing
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As frustrating as it can be
It has to be accepted as a part of me
Wherever I may want to go
It is something that will show
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I look down at myself
So small and innocent
So responsible and mature
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Every time I need you there
You’re always there to catch
The times that you need me
I promise to be your match
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I find it hard to believe
In the things that I can do
I can’t imagine either
That others will see it too
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We are soup
A bowl of leftovers
A mix of vegetables
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I was a young girl
Whose life got put into a whirl
It started with a shocking fall
Putting my life on a confusing stall
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In this world, we are each a tool
We learn and grow in this life that is school
Please try to remember everything you can do
It is a valuable gift owned by very few
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Elevators.
Racing through each level,
One always leading
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I can lend a helping hand
Whenever you're in need
I will do whatever I can
To help you to succeed
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Anger consumes me

At the knowledge
of my abilities and goals
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Chances comes in many forms
Even in the darkest storm
It matters how you perceive it
In all forms you shall receive it
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It comes to me in different ways
Choosing different ways on different days
It controls me by making me mad
Often causing my spirit to be sad
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Harsh words can do much harm,
Building up walls of hate.
Expressed anger makes things worse,
Causing misunderstanding.
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