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I found a place where we grovel in defeat. We sit in our tears and blood from the hearts that were torn from out chests. I'm here with an open hand. A band aid. A bucket to collect the razors. Get up. It's okay. Just because red symbolizes courageous effort, you should not let your body keep bleeding. Keep the courage inside of you.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Red
I found a place where we grovel in defeat. We sit in our tears and blood from the hearts that were torn from out chests. I'm here with an open hand. A band aid. A bucket to collect the razors. Get up. It's okay. Just because red symbolizes courageous effort, you should not let your body keep bleeding. Keep the courage inside of you.
helios-flor
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
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