no one knows
you better
than i do.
so get back up—
start again.
don’t you dare
go down,
don’t disappear,
don’t vanish
into thin air.
you spent your life
wallowing, drowning,
instead of swimming—
you chose
to sink.
so just beat it.
beat it.
to make it out alive,
you do what you can.
so beat it.
obstacles are gifts,
challenges in disguise.
one second. two.
count to ten.
time is valuable.
it doesn’t matter
how long it takes—
just beat it.
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC
no one knows
you better
than i do.
so get back up—
start again.
don’t you dare
go down,
don’t disappear,
don’t vanish
into thin air.
you spent your life
wallowing, drowning,
instead of swimming—
you chose
to sink.
so just beat it.
beat it.
to make it out alive,
you do what you can.
so beat it.
obstacles are gifts,
challenges in disguise.
one second. two.
count to ten.
time is valuable.
it doesn’t matter
how long it takes—
just beat it.
A rough, quick piece written while listening to funky music (Michael Jackson’s “Beat It”).
It’s about refusing to sink, pushing through obstacles, and finding strength in rhythm.
An anthem for getting back up, no matter how many times you fall.
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