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Ware of the Barren Soul...

Despair is the ware of the weak. To seek the pinnacle, to seek the peak, that is the mantle of a true warrior. To fight... tooth and nail, to bite those who want you to fail, prevail, to set fire to the veil, to expose, to propose the impossible. That is true strength, to go the length. To be... truly be. To see beyond, to fly with barren wing, to sing with barren soul.
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Nov 8, 2011
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