Whom do you care for?
Who are you to be cared?
Why do you live to prove a point, or two?
What is there in proving? Move on.
Why are you anxious to foresee your tomorrow,
When you’re chewing it now?
Isn't it your desire, your willingness to live,
when others compel you to flee?
Take it as the courage; you gained fighting against all odds.
Let other’s blabber. Stand alone.
Winners always stride alone.
Live. Care for whom?
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