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as she trudged up the mountain
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/ \
/ \
/ \
/ \
victory pulsing through her veins
badum badum badum badum
her eyes set intently on the peak
a deathly stare
she knew she could do anything
anything at all
she was anything but meek
this world is not for the meek
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
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as she trudged up the mountain
^
/ \
/ \
/ \
/ \
victory pulsing through her veins
badum badum badum badum
her eyes set intently on the peak
a deathly stare
she knew she could do anything
anything at all
she was anything but meek
this world is not for the meek
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The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
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