Originally Written On: April 19th, 2017
She was mad and mild,
Not afraid to go too wild.
She was a brazen lass,
Too strong even when she was treated like trash.
They called her names,
Said she played games;
To achieve her fames.
Little did they know,
When she was late,
She was busy serving latés;
In the nearby cafe.
When she was too tired to walk,
And wasn't in her senses to talk;
It was because of the training pain,
Without which there could be no gain.
And now on the top of the world,
The boxing champ of whom Everyone has heard.
She just looked back at her struggles,
And smiled.
She was, 'Livin' La Vida Loca'
Indeed.
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Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
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