Today I am hurt. Hurt beyond words. But I need to bleed. And I want to write.
And for once, I am unable to write. It just doesn’t flow. So I desire to bleed more. Feel more. Pain subsides. But the wounds remain. They will never heal.
At every opportunity I have encountered an obstacle. Sometimes it won, and sometimes I did.
However I have always fought. I am a fighter. I will fight till the last breath is exhaled from my lungs.
I have learnt to be independent. I have held back tears. I have sacrificed. Fun, good times. Not for me. Not now.
I will ride. Into the battle on my horse. Holding my sword and roaring with delight. I may die a death. But I will live a million moments. Full of joy, strength and power.
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