Hold on
No life repeat itself, today it comes with struggles, it comes with fire and tomorrow they'll be water to terminate the flames
The victory with bends makes the path more interesting...
Sitting on the floor today, suffocating and tomorrow will come with rescues
The fear you get before the sun comes out, the beast you think awaits you behind every closed door is only in your mind...
Even when you feel like the rope you've been holding on to is down to a threat, you'll not hit the ground with own skin... There's always a way
Don't loose your faith through those flames that burns your back, just pick up your crawling self... Take a breath, and at once jump for an aim
Anoe
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