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Whispering Back

The heart and the soul wants to be a fighter,

but the body says no.

The broken bones,

the torn shoulders,

the ruptured muscles,

the skinny body,

they whisper in my ear,

‘You can’t do it.’

I whisper back,

‘Watch me.’


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