Battle Scars

No matter what they cannot break my step.

I fought,

I scratched

And I believed.

 

I am still here no longer fighting,

But living above the battlefield;

breathing in the fresh air of victory as the wounds of war

Are but a mark of pride

And how strong I have become.

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