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You cannot dismiss this sudden, mysterious rise in confidence as it sits in our people. Now, it stands. It grips faith in a fist. It forms for its performance a knotted wood staff, and plays on until its death with an implement mistaken for a weapon, when it bends to dance, and only strikes the ground to rally. You know for sure to show the world the inner peace rather than permit the violence inside you. And it's handsome.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
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You cannot dismiss this sudden, mysterious rise in confidence as it sits in our people. Now, it stands. It grips faith in a fist. It forms for its performance a knotted wood staff, and plays on until its death with an implement mistaken for a weapon, when it bends to dance, and only strikes the ground to rally. You know for sure to show the world the inner peace rather than permit the violence inside you. And it's handsome.
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
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