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they call me brutally honest with words that spare not even the most fragile, with jabs that tear through hearts and leave scars, done in an arena where the weapons are dampened by rules, culture, and norms. if this holds true, then how harsh do they think the battle is fought in solitude, where the only one who oversees what can and cannot be said and done is myself?
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
a different playing field
they call me brutally honest with words that spare not even the most fragile, with jabs that tear through hearts and leave scars, done in an arena where the weapons are dampened by rules, culture, and norms. if this holds true, then how harsh do they think the battle is fought in solitude, where the only one who oversees what can and cannot be said and done is myself?
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
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