Obsession is the complexion of success. Life it, breath it, eat it, need it, when what you have to do turn into the must. When the fire breathes through ice, when the war drums beat your heart pounds as you hear the sounds at this point you either rises with it, stand against it, or fall for it
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The Storm of Storms
PoetryThis is a collection of my deepest poems/writings/and thoughts.
