It was better because I had to fight for it.
An early alarm clock though I hardly slept.
A too tiny cup of hotel room coffee.
Two hundred and fifteen stairs.
Alone at a table with a wet chair.
I sat down.
I fought for this moment.
The sun.
a fighter
becoming the woman God needs me to be
It was better because I had to fight for it.
An early alarm clock though I hardly slept.
A too tiny cup of hotel room coffee.
Two hundred and fifteen stairs.
Alone at a table with a wet chair.
I sat down.
I fought for this moment.
The sun.
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