I am the teeth
Not the fruit
The one who seeks nourishment
I am the wound
Not the weapon
The one that heals and survives
I am the victim
Not the lie
The one who lives to tell the truth
I am the thought
Not the book
The one that gives birth to the inspiration
My voice will sing out
Through the ages
I will live forever through these paragraphs and pages
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