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Strength is not the weights you lift, nor the bricks you break.  Clout I carry is driven by you to take risks with a licence to fail. My loses are meant to be scrutinised and revealed.  My victories are meant to be silent and sealed. You are my judge , my jury and my executioner for the wrongs.  The world may cloud me with infirmity but you besides, clear the sky.  Prudence is not my luxury but wisdom you possess pushes me forward. You flip my coins of falsehood and fact but the outcome is never a mere probability. I may be discarded by some of my own but the real you will ratify my cause.  I may conquer the heights but you keep my toes on the ground. Fortitude is you and you are my force.  Tenacity in me and you are its pith. Power you bestowed upon me may be from birth or beyond.  The love you showered is my vigour to go on and on.  I know when I fall, you will be on my grave.  The all is jus...

Walking down the roads of destiny, through the fights of life, rights of society and darks of dreams, I can only ask myself a question. Have I lived every moment to the Fierce? Did I raise my hands towards the clouds? Did I cherish the kiss of the morning stars? I am not as wise as the others around but is being wise what leads you down the pathway to light from dark. I am not as successful as others around but is success what determines the societies stars.  Bonded by love, cheered by crowd, stoned by emotions, drowned by fear and crowned by peers.  Failing like fuck, crying like shit, drinking like fish, sinking like stone. Rising and falling every inch of the way on a journey through the scorching heats of summers and constant downpours of monsoons. The Smallest of moments is what stays with us, be it a smile from the loved or a curse from the stranger on road. Every moment is fierce but never ending in the vaults of your hippocampus. Every hand that go...