Exhausted but not defeated,
the whispers scream surrender and
the sighs are visible on my face.
But history remembers not those who show their backs...
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Exhausted but not defeated,
the whispers scream surrender and
the sighs are visible on my face.
But history remembers not those who show their backs...
The coward tells tales but the hero becomes one.
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