Who am I, you ask?
Let me tell you:
I am warmth, a sun rising over the mountains, bathing everything in a warm light
I am the cold, destroying everything I touch, freezing anything around me
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I am young, my mind yearning to learn everything that it can
I am also old, years stretched behind me, the things I know making me wiser
I am kindness, a loving hand stretched out to help,
I am hatred, my claws coming out to destroy you and anything close to your heart
I am peace, tranquility falling over every person’s hearts and minds
I am war, weapons pointed and ready to strike, destroy, burn
I am a road, with many branches stretched from my center, each one giving me a different choice for who to be
Have you still not figured out who I am?
Look in the mirror