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This here in my hands is a small stone That I will carry on my own Building a mountain one by one I won't stop until it's done Striving forward my muscles ache What I'm building is not fake I'm building strength, true and free What I am building is a better me A Me that can weather storms and loss towards optimistic progress at whatever the cost A hammer and chisel in my hand From this rock I emerge a self-made man Not just a body but more a mind One that is powerful and fiercely kind Focused on spreading the mindset of its fashion Expand happiness and spread compassion
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
Small Stone
This here in my hands is a small stone That I will carry on my own Building a mountain one by one I won't stop until it's done Striving forward my muscles ache What I'm building is not fake I'm building strength, true and free What I am building is a better me A Me that can weather storms and loss towards optimistic progress at whatever the cost A hammer and chisel in my hand From this rock I emerge a self-made man Not just a body but more a mind One that is powerful and fiercely kind Focused on spreading the mindset of its fashion Expand happiness and spread compassion
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
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