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I was given gloves to fight the world, they were put on my hands. Far away from my people and my own safe lands. Had to struggle for a while, had to crawl through the sands the cubicle life wasn't for me, its no place to make bands. "Settle in your place dont stray from the safety valley" they used to tell me this and they did it oh-so gladly, luckily for me, I never latched on too those antics. Realised my calling, it wasn't near those semantics. You gotta move on, see past, stratify your tactic. Remember where you've wronged, go forth, never be static. Didn't expect to be led through the fires of tragic but in the darkest of oceans, lies the greatest of magic. all my struggles you see.. They introduced me to my passion.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 2:08 AM UTC
Gloves to fight the world
I was given gloves to fight the world, they were put on my hands. Far away from my people and my own safe lands. Had to struggle for a while, had to crawl through the sands the cubicle life wasn't for me, its no place to make bands. "Settle in your place dont stray from the safety valley" they used to tell me this and they did it oh-so gladly, luckily for me, I never latched on too those antics. Realised my calling, it wasn't near those semantics. You gotta move on, see past, stratify your tactic. Remember where you've wronged, go forth, never be static. Didn't expect to be led through the fires of tragic but in the darkest of oceans, lies the greatest of magic. all my struggles you see.. They introduced me to my passion.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 2:08 AM UTC
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