Blood, Sweat, Tears

Many moments of pain,
Many moments of fear,
Many moments of stress,
Blood, sweat and tears.

Many moments you stand,
When you feel that it’s right,
Many moments you ran,
You chose the fight or flight.

Now the strain is slipping,
And all tears have dried,
The blood stopped dripping,
And I’m still alive.

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