I am a warrior. Bet it.
It doesn't matter how big or how many fights you have won. I am a warrior.
I have a long sword, and time is teaching me who disembowel with it.
I am losing fear of killing.
I am a fighter.Trust it.
Battles have drag some people away, and I'm slowly inuring it
Wounds kill. If they don't, you will be healed.
I got that. I stand up. I move on.
I walk through high lands. I touch the sky.
I see heads from above, beyond emotions and feelings.
I get hurt, I get harder and farer.
You won't see weak swordmen of gone days.
I myself can't see them.
Each step on is a new me. I learn to don't look back.
Behind is woe, regret, victories and defeats.
God knows what is for comming.
So, I better sharpen my blade.
It shall be more and more useful till the golden days
Head up, fell the wind, and carpe diem.
Because I am a warrior, and battles come and battles go.
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