I have been bruised
I have dropped six thousand feet after a euphoric high
I have been defeated in reaching an imaginary sky
But the ground to which I fall on
Has become the strength to which I stand on
The pillar to where I pick myself up after a laborious fight
The friend which tells me that in order
To gain infinities, I must win the
Battles of small beginnings
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
I have been bruised
I have dropped six thousand feet after a euphoric high
I have been defeated in reaching an imaginary sky
But the ground to which I fall on
Has become the strength to which I stand on
The pillar to where I pick myself up after a laborious fight
The friend which tells me that in order
To gain infinities, I must win the
Battles of small beginnings
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