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As I arrived at the apex of my life I took a look around and saw that I was not myself as I once had been, I am now a faint copy, soft lines with blunt edges. There was nothing sharp, dynamic or bold left of me. I sacrificed my inner fire to create a more welcoming environment for somebody else. I had turned myself into a picket fence when I was once not only a steep mountain but the entire horizon.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
what they don't tell you
As I arrived at the apex of my life I took a look around and saw that I was not myself as I once had been, I am now a faint copy, soft lines with blunt edges. There was nothing sharp, dynamic or bold left of me. I sacrificed my inner fire to create a more welcoming environment for somebody else. I had turned myself into a picket fence when I was once not only a steep mountain but the entire horizon.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
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