I Became Strong Alone.
Years of toil when no one was around.
By myself.
Suffering.
Alone.
No One To Help.
Just me.
Just my pain.
My problems.
My drives for hours to sell and think and process... what must I do to move forward?
Just the voice driving me to keep going and not listen to the negative shit people would say.
Even the caring ones that just never produced anything big.
It’s those moments that force you to keep going when everything inside you wants to quit.
The world is telling you to quit.
Yet the voice inside you, the vision that is calling you, guides you to take...
...Another Fucking Step...
... and not drift easily into the night.
It’s Do or Die.
Rise or Die.
Live or Die.
All Men Die but Not All Men Truly Live.
