We are all made up of stories.
The most beautiful and tragic
happenings are etched into my skeleton.

Tales of love and despondency are in the
creases of my body. Moments of weakness
and heartbreak are mirrored in my eyes.

Wars will always be lost inside me.
I may not be a victor everyday, but nothing
could ever douse the fire in my soul.

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