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Shhh…
Don’t rush it.
Feel it line up…
Now stay.

I don’t scream when I’m strong,
I stay quiet.
I don’t run when it’s hard,
I stay grounded.

Every thought pulls a wire,
every move answers back.
I don’t fight with the noise,
I control the attack.

They don’t see it when I breathe,
when I count, when I wait.
Power grows in the stillness,
not the shake.

I don’t break, I don’t burn,
I align.
Every muscle listens
to my mind.

No applause, no display,
no disguise.
When I move, when I strike,
it’s precise.

Sweat on my skin like truth,
no pretending.
Every step is a choice
I’m defending.

I don’t need to look brave,
I just am.
Every fear learns my name,
then it bends.

They think silence is weakness,
they’re wrong.
That’s where I build the storm.

I don’t break, I don’t burn,
I align.
Body follows orders
from my mind.

No limits spoken out loud,
no demand.
I don’t rush, I don’t doubt,
I command.

Focus isn’t loud.
Strength doesn’t beg.
If thought and body agree…
nothing slips.

I don’t break, I don’t bend,
I decide.
Every move feels heavier
inside.

No chains, no noise, no rush,
no rust.
When mind and muscle meet…
I trust.

Still.
Aligned.
Ready.