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No self-doubt

Two folks frown when you walk by, You shrink your soul and wonder why. But let me share a little gig— The world still spins, and so does the pig. Hated hard by ancient decree, Yet rolling ‘round so happily. Snouts in mud, no self-doubt game, Still growing strong, still living flame. So if a couple throw you shade, Don’t let your joy begin to fade. Their hate can’t shrink what you are about— Keep strutting proud, no room for doubt. For love or loathe, just wear your crown, You are here to rise, not break down. If pigs can thrive despite the flak, You sure can too—so bounce right back!
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Your Art

They say AI is rising, machines may reign,
But it can’t touch the fire that burns in your brain.
No code can mimic your untamed spark,
No bot can invent your personal mark.

Creativity—your silent gold,
A story that only you can unfold.
Like fingerprints etched in divine design,
Your vision is yours, and only mine is mine.

It’s not in books, or borrowed lines,
It’s in how your soul connects the signs.
The rhythm you feel when the world is still,
The voice in your art that no tool can kill.

Wealth isn't only cash or land,
It's the idea you shape with your own hand.
The twist in a tale, the way you speak,
The daring dream only you can seek.

So don’t trade your spark for a script or trend,
Let your mind break what machines defend.
Because your creativity is your silent crown,
Wear it boldly—don’t water it down.

Let them copy. Let them chase.
But they’ll never match your inner grace.
Your edge is not speed or memory—
It’s the boundless power of your artistry.

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