My Future Fight
When the crickets chirp at night, and the sun soars up in the heights, and the palm trees sway in my sight, all I can think about is my future fight.
With the amplified need to strive, I can't help but have this feeling, this urge, meant to drive my dreams and aspirations to revive.
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