Mytruths · people · Poetry

No Fear, No Fold

Living life one day at a time…I stopped worrying and fell in love with the grind…I had to turn into a beast in that grime, so I can be able to feast and to shine…at war with my body but at peace with my mind…it’s a certain feeling you have when you not living in deceit or denial…I accomplish amazing feats and defeat every trial…sometimes I just look in the mirror and stare, thinking to myself, “I can’t believe I’m still here”… I bare my soul and I bear the load…no fear, no fold.

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