My Battle
I was broken and bloody My soul was torn asunder,So death came for me.He thought
it would be easy I thought I was done. But when he reached out to take my soul My spirit
which was fading fast found its last ounce of strength and began to glow with an amazing
power. So a battle began a battle for my soul. My tattered body then feel into a coma to
try and save the last bit of its self.The battle raged within me for a full day. Somehow
my spirit weak and faded managed to give death all and more then it could take. The battle
ended and I awoke....alive the victor. So the question I ask the world is "If I still won
the battle that weak and tired. What is there that I can't do if given the time to
heal?"
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