My Fate

I will be covered with wounds all over

From my blistered feet covered by tattered red high top converse

Scratched up shins and knees with fresh cuts and scabs

The red palms of my hands, tough and dirty

To a porcelain heart with a crack down the middle

Sitting atop lungs that are holding on harder with each deep breath that I take

Reaching my dark eyes, still full of fire and determination

I want to struggle and fight

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