Who am I?
Húsos Friss Majonéz
I'm human, but what kind of human? I'm a girl, but what kind of girl? I'm a man, but what kind of man? I don't know myself! Do I have hair? Do I have a face? Do I have eyes? Do I have a mouth? Nose? Temple? I don't know myself! Is my shoulder strong? Is my hand little? Big? My chest, is it beautiful? I don't know myself! My tummy, is it flat or round? My waist, is it slim or not? My legs, are they big? Strong? I don't know myself! I don't know myself! Who am I? What am I? Where am I? Where am I going? Even God doesn't know me. I look at myself in the mirror, I see who am I and what am I! A God made creature, Who is perfect in everything. Mouth, eyes, temple, hair: Face. Chest, tummy, waist: Trunk. Legs, hands, toes, fingers: Extremities. All this is just perfect. I know how I look like. I know who am I what am I. I know why I'm here, So, I KNOW MYSELF!
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