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Mar 2013
I am the rocky shoal, on which the storm breaks its waves,
I am the anvil, on which life takes its shape,
I am the general, preparing to invade,
I am the one who embraces his fate.

Ask not of me to sit idle and patient,
I don’t deal in time and common complacence,
I need the struggle to showcase my worth,
My shoulders are broad but my attitude terse.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a monster,
I’m just forged to be something much harder,
I’ll open my heart and share my dark secrets,
But please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.
Written by
Reed Rogers
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