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Respect When I think of respect I think of... The beauty people find in you below the surface. Respect determines how much beauty you have or how many monsters of ego you encounter. Respect determines how much of you is snatched from you. When your pain turns into trauma, or when you have more to wounds to mend. You become unpredictable and congrats you have now become the monster you hate so much. You are now face to face with remorse. And what are you left with? Respect.
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Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
Respect
Respect When I think of respect I think of... The beauty people find in you below the surface. Respect determines how much beauty you have or how many monsters of ego you encounter. Respect determines how much of you is snatched from you. When your pain turns into trauma, or when you have more to wounds to mend. You become unpredictable and congrats you have now become the monster you hate so much. You are now face to face with remorse. And what are you left with? Respect.
The fine line between respect and internal destruction.
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Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
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