FYor Defeat is nothing but a word, at least until I die.Aet I manually place each step I take to reclaim my own mind
Cnd like a knife through farmyard flesh do they my brain divide,
ounter intelligence in my ear whispers lie after heinous lie
You're not old at 50, 60 or 70. ❤️ But the moment you convince yourself that your best years are behind you, you begin living as though they are. You stop try