The Fire
I can feel the fire. It burns inside me. It burns like a wildfire. It is uncontrolable. It is the fire that gets me going. The water stops me. It rushes through my veins and destroys me. The water is only an obstacle. Mind over Matter. Rise above the water and i succeed. The flame still burns.
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