I threw it and missed, I knew it and tried it again...missed it I did! Though I tried it again in a different way and almost succeeded. The next time I did it again. There was one of the same of the things I tossed in the disposal bin. But I didn't look and I had many of them. In memory I knew that I had tossed a few more, so where did the most recent throw go? I didn't look and I will not know, unless I will, now what do I say but this? Seize the moment!
There is no glory of the great found here. No choice of courage over fear ..we are in the North where the ice has disappeared.. Survival of the fittest our deaths are by design. We know what they had done. Know the mistakes... They witnessed the fire that lit up the night...ending of the cycle beginning of the fight....I am an unnamed in a cage... They think us as their fodder they live without their honor... I am a disilussioned former slave...arms wide open..we embrace our fate...Choosing Honor for the brave... Courage by design! (Inspired)

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