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All I Had Was My Spirit

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Inwardly I zone myself. It is time to. They say the only way to get things done is to run solo and see the job through, and I have been known to call on my inner strength and do the impossible. At times it has appeared there is no way, that my limbs are too beat to move, but I know me better than anyone. I don’t break. Even in the strongest of winds I bend, because at the lowest points of my life, all I had was my spirit, easing my broken body along.

Feb 26
12:06am

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