- Yaira Ebanks
- Oct 8, 2025
- 1 min read
some are meant to struggle
through barbed wire
drown in the darkest hour
meant to bleed
through bloodstains plead
some are meant to die
a thousand cuts
only then can we reach
the ultimate high
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