Survivor
Against all odds, I am here.
I am a survivor, born of survivors, with fire in my blood.
My perseverance is all that I need, for my will to live consumes me.
It was not always so.
It was very different, not too long ago.
Still, just as the world must change and grow,
So must we all.
I have changed
And so you shall too.
One hundred years, one thousand, give or take
it makes no difference -- Not to me. Not to you.
For fate is fate.
Like me, you are alive.
And against all odds, you are here
Motivated by your own will to live, to overcome all,
You are a survivor, born of survivors, with fire in your blood.
Never let that fire die…
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