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A reflection of tough times

So frail,
And yet so strong.
So innocent,
And yet so wrong.

So hard,
And yet so soft.
So behind,
And yet so not.

So quiet,
And yet so loud.
So clear,
And yet no sound.

So small like a flower,
And yet as big as a tree.
So right like a saint,
And yet as wrong as can be.