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My feet hit the cold hard ground, it's distant
I feel the wind blow my hair in the sky
Forces I cannot see are resistant
Still, I go on, I refuse to not try
The beasts fight harder though throwing me down
My head is no longer dazed in the clouds.
No, instead I find myself broken down
Lost in those around me, lost in the crowds.
Beaten, defeated, I have lost my way
Too scared to stand up, I sit and ponder
Fallen, I reach a new form of dismay
What if this isn’t the end? I wonder.
And then I feel the burning flame inside
Knowing nothing can stop me, but my pride.
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C.J.
Writer/ Pasta Enthusiast/ Amateur Guitarist/ Trained Violinist
I like to try new things.
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