the warrior

there is this someone who faced the world as if she was the daughter of ares. she is as strong as her name. she fights, and falls, and stands back up again. through this endless cycle, i see glimpses of hopelessness and loss. and i wish that as she grows into a better warrior, she realizes that she is not alone in this war, for there are thousands of people waiting and praying for her to reach her victory.

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