Across a white line that burns to the touch
And watching on, you couldn’t say
Everything else is blur
Except for what stands before you, steadfast
Resolute
Ready to be overcome
No fear of the lowest of lows
With the highest of highs awaiting
You’re running on empty
Except for the fire in your blood, boiling
Exploding
Until it’s all over
But it’s just a game
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Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2023 11:20
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Comments1
I found myself relaxed after reading this
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