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my father once told me, a man becomes a hero not through a show of strength but through his grace and wit at length for herein lies his warmest most accepting embrace defusing his coldest darkest impulse to even imagine an arms race.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
The heart a hero wields
my father once told me, a man becomes a hero not through a show of strength but through his grace and wit at length for herein lies his warmest most accepting embrace defusing his coldest darkest impulse to even imagine an arms race.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
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