Fight.

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When there were days when the skies were dark, the days when the nights were cold, and the time you spent alone, you learnt the art of solitude, you came out strong.
You learned how to survive the odds, you gathered your strength, you comforted yourself in times of sorrow, in times of darkness, when the abyss of onyx tried to drown you, you burnt yourself out to become the light, fiercely you burnt, brightly lit and strongly spread, you braved the winds that tried to blow your flames out, you raged against the storms of whom the sands tried to douse you out! O, warrior of the luminescence, you fought with all your might! You never let your self worth be challenged, and those who daftly dared to do so, were easily overthrown by your fortitude!
Why are you so powerless now, despite of knowing the power you hold, realising the strength you have and the audacity you possess! Stand up O warrior of luminescence! Show them what you're made of! Your flames only glow brighter with each victory, and grow with each demon you slay with that determined sword of yours! Get back up and fight the odds, for you my dear, Are the one and only, you my dear are the WARRIOR OF LUMINESCENCE!!!

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