I keep fighting the storms.
Do you know that my destination is not easy?
No flowers stop me, only thorns drive me.
The desert and the mountains increase my desire to move forward.
Where there are no difficulties, my feet are too shy to walk.
You storm every ounce of the path.
I am used to fighting in storms.
You don't make my destination easy.
By placing burning coals on the lips.
I have brought life from the hand of death.
I have kissed death's neck a hundred times..
I don't accept your pity either.
you don't do me any favors
let me walk with my feet up
You don't make my destination easy.
Day 1627: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: put your feet up
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