I have faced the enemy called life

I have suffered many casualties from it

It has given me pain, given me strife

But even after its strikes... my strength will not plummet

We are fighting, stabbing at each others weakness

It's smile suggests that it likes my struggle

But it's my struggle that proves my complete uniqueness

Prepare yourself life, because I've finally learned how to juggle

It was shocking for me to finally see

The warrior I have become

From the battle with life I am free

I have learned to not allow life to control me

This is my war story

This is the battlecry of a warrior


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