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Quite honestly, I never thought I'd make it this far. And I finally know, it's not down to luck: When you are thrown into the fire, either you are incinerated Or you are forged. When people ask me how I've gone on I try to tell them something soft Something gentle But the truth is, I wasn't nurtured I wasn't coaxed from the ground like a sapling, No For good or ill, Like a fine silver ring Like an iron gate Like a Blade, I have been forged And I am dangerous.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
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Quite honestly, I never thought I'd make it this far. And I finally know, it's not down to luck: When you are thrown into the fire, either you are incinerated Or you are forged. When people ask me how I've gone on I try to tell them something soft Something gentle But the truth is, I wasn't nurtured I wasn't coaxed from the ground like a sapling, No For good or ill, Like a fine silver ring Like an iron gate Like a Blade, I have been forged And I am dangerous.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
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