Rise

November 13, 2019

"You will never make it." The voices tell me.

Everyday it is the same words towards me every minuet and every hour.

There are times where I think that I can't breath any more.

There are times where my body wont stop shaking.

There are times that I want to give up and let go.

But there are times where I rise.

Times when I fight for what I believe in.

Times where I KNOW I will make it.

Times where I KNOW that I am strong enough to get through the hard times.

Because I am strong, I am a fighter, and I will rise.

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