They say the lord gives the toughest battles to his toughest soldiers
I guess it explains why I always survived the worst danger
For real nothing come for free I realized since I was 15
Now 25 and I still feel like my journey is just beginning
I keep on grinding, keep on moving
There's no end, constantly moving
Sitting in my car, going 130 on the highway
Adrenaline in my vein, I reach a 4-way pathway
Devil on my left, angel on my right
What's important, I lost sight
Feels like free will was a trap
Just like a bullet follow a straight path
I am a soldier looking for his next fight
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KRYS
PoetryWe all want to be different yet accepted We all want to be unique yet fit in I am who I am, past, future and present I am krys. Small poems about myself, what makes me me. Krys the good and the bad, the poet, lover, human, and monster. Behind every...
