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My lungs. Burn. My legs. Ache. Yet I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be. My stride carries me along, but it's the mentality that gets me across the finishline.
Morning bells boom betwixt lofting ashes and Unsheathed blokes razing the town; Pirates about pillaging and raping As they please; Militia have fled the town. Morning bells strike as the hanging and
He smiled with a frown whilst discipline is an empty bottle of sorrow we all drown even if we could reach and grab the hand of air it wouldnt matter because most would seem it to be dirty
He always told me 'Little Girl, Don't ever think You're ever to small To do anything.' Last night I reminisced This prominent moment And I remember Walking away,
The Zone The Zone Mirros chaos and exertion Emphasizes struggle and pain Rids the body of subltelty and disdain Requires complete mental immersion The Zone Where I choose to make my home
The pain of being in sin is greater than the pain of being disciplined.