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I am what makes me strong,
an iron rod I stand.
The wind howls around my body,
but I do not fear it anymore.
I am what is my strength,
I lean on no one's shoulder.

The ground beneath me trembles,
as it tries to swallow me whole.
I am what makes me invincible,
no one will hold me down.
Fire burns around my skin,
yet I don't cry out in pain.

I am what feels immobile,
nothing will move my soul.
Water churns and pelts against me,
but nothing it does will make me drown.
I am what makes me, me,
and I will settle for nothing else.