Sometimes I feel that I am stuck;
In childishness,
In ugliness,
In stupidity,
In life.
As if I am a spectator,
Where time does not tick by,
Where life does not go on,
While people change,
While worms transform to butterflies,
While darkness comes to light.
Will there be a time,
When this ugly duckling turns into a swan?
With love,
The Ugly Duckling.
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