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Holding so much power in such a tiny vessel, often this is such a dangerous thing. Many of us should not be trusted with this much responsibility. We each are molded with two. One to hold and cherish in our palm. The other to crush with the tightening of a death grip. Some of us use both as menacing claws scratching away at all that is good and pure. They wear them down to only rough calluses and waste their lives as they cut right to the bone. Yet others mold lives with their live and tender care, for these are beings of creation.
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
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Holding so much power in such a tiny vessel, often this is such a dangerous thing. Many of us should not be trusted with this much responsibility. We each are molded with two. One to hold and cherish in our palm. The other to crush with the tightening of a death grip. Some of us use both as menacing claws scratching away at all that is good and pure. They wear them down to only rough calluses and waste their lives as they cut right to the bone. Yet others mold lives with their live and tender care, for these are beings of creation.
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
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