In the hour of need ,
When there is no room to breathe the air around anymore ,
Then train your weakness to become into a solid armor,
Survival is chaos ,
And Intensity is the beat that rhymes within.
In the hour of need ,
When there is no room to breathe the air around anymore ,
Then train your weakness to become into a solid armor,
Survival is chaos ,
And Intensity is the beat that rhymes within.
I love your poem!
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Thank you!!!
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