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*An army was coming at me I stood there ready to brave it Don't mistake it for fearlessness That is for the weak of mind Steeling my nerves Finding a proper foothold Focusing on the onslaught I stood there ready to brave it And then it hit me with all its force Hard it was To not give up To not succumb A cut here a stab there Pain seared through my being I was assured of my evanescent existence As the battle axe rushed up to my throat*
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Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
Braving it
*An army was coming at me I stood there ready to brave it Don't mistake it for fearlessness That is for the weak of mind Steeling my nerves Finding a proper foothold Focusing on the onslaught I stood there ready to brave it And then it hit me with all its force Hard it was To not give up To not succumb A cut here a stab there Pain seared through my being I was assured of my evanescent existence As the battle axe rushed up to my throat*
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22/M/Varanasi
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
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