I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early days are better than what I write now. Maybe because they came straight from the soul…. It’s a feeling that can’t be put into words….

I didn’t give up
I walked on glass and slowly I fell
Destiny came by and said, “it was fates will.”
Hope eagerly screamed this isn’t the end
Get back up and do as you dreamed
But I fell so hard that no one picked me up
Failure was laughing telling me to stop
Doubt walked over me and trampled me down
I couldn’t get up, but I couldn’t lose
This was my journey and my right to choose
I quickly rose up to get what was mine
Only foot prints of blood followed me behind
This wasn’t the end, I had to go very far
I lost only a battle, but the war was still on

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