The sculptor
Life is chiseling away parts of me, I see myself transforming into something I don’t recognize with. One wrong hit and the stone that I am, is going to crack. I’m holding it all together! I don’t want to break easily I give in sometimes other times I just refuse to break, my fight is with life.
Life, you can hit me all you want. I will look you in the eye and take it like a man.
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