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High on Life

by survivor48

That feeling doesn’t come from an evil pill, Nor from a bottle of whisky. This high is supplied by determination, Winning the battle through end results. Fighting for my right to happiness, Climbing all the hills to reach my destination. Combating every obstacle to advance, Finally approaching the top of the mountain. The war wasn’t won easily, But willingness eventually prevailed.
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Dec 17, 2018
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