Two decades of life passed by
deep inside me the decaying thought of destiny is revived.
240 months,1680 weeks I've been breathing and living.
I'm one of a supernatural breed.

They tried to crush me, but they couldn't touch me.They tried to destroy me, but they couldn't dissolve me.
All their struggles to bring me to pain went all in vain.

My poetic life is an investment not to be invaded.

Holding on to my life after my half death, I prosper
I evacuated from death's falling towers and rose with more powers until the day I become 240 months old.

Today I honour myself, giving my spirit a reward of Renaissance.
Today is a day that I waited my life to see...
for this is the day I was born

Happy 20th birthday to myself


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