"Waking up before the morning sun
The little butterfly roaming in my stomach
The anticipation of challenging myself to an extent where I couldn't turn my back from
I can feel the fire igniting from my bones"
Each and every muscle awaking from my body
I walk thru the fire like an alpha who is ready to run her pack
My enemies will be afraid to look at my eyes when a determination is the only thing that can be seen
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
"Waking up before the morning sun
The little butterfly roaming in my stomach
The anticipation of challenging myself to an extent where I couldn't turn my back from
I can feel the fire igniting from my bones"
Each and every muscle awaking from my body
I walk thru the fire like an alpha who is ready to run her pack
My enemies will be afraid to look at my eyes when a determination is the only thing that can be seen
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