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It was a beautiful moment Of dissatisfaction. One where she realized Complacency Does not equate With serenity. That stagnancy Does not yield joy. So she moved, Not only her feet. She moved mountains. The earth quaked beneath her, And flowers bloomed In every crack. And this, She thought, THIS is how it feels To be alive
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
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It was a beautiful moment Of dissatisfaction. One where she realized Complacency Does not equate With serenity. That stagnancy Does not yield joy. So she moved, Not only her feet. She moved mountains. The earth quaked beneath her, And flowers bloomed In every crack. And this, She thought, THIS is how it feels To be alive
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Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
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