The Promise

I, a timid adventurer,

Do promise,

To make this year my finest.

The prospect of future,

The anticipation of living.

I will no longer be frightened.

For I am no longer timid.

I am a mountain of youth, unapologetic.

I can move the oceans with my spirit,

I can tear down walls of steel with my words.

I can do anything.

No longer will I be afraid.

This is my call to arms,

This is my cry of battle.

I will not be afraid

I will not.

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