I'm a fighter , you take away my weapons... How do I practice ?
All I have is a mixture of anger and love which can't be expressed. Until when do I get tired and give up my dreams of fighting , I mean becoming a warrior. Till then, let us make fools of ourselves if that's what it will take let imagine there are weapons and after practice, let us try to escape.....
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It doesn't matter as long as you've still got the strength to laugh, one day it'll be real.
This is a tough one. Things bottled up inside can have bad effect.
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