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how does one find beauty in himself when every lesson he has learned has been about destruction after all we find the damaged to hold the most beauty the lost to be the most cherished when will it be glorious for one to lose all of his battles and still have the heart of a victor the eyes of a king the clinch of a tiger at times -- I like to think -- I don't have to hide my scars from all of the mountains I didn't make it to the top of instead -- I face the currents knowing I will never drown in rivers made by those who would never dive deeper than sunken ships what would you do if you were in the presence of a sailor washed up on the shore still breathing--
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
ariel's avalanche
how does one find beauty in himself when every lesson he has learned has been about destruction after all we find the damaged to hold the most beauty the lost to be the most cherished when will it be glorious for one to lose all of his battles and still have the heart of a victor the eyes of a king the clinch of a tiger at times -- I like to think -- I don't have to hide my scars from all of the mountains I didn't make it to the top of instead -- I face the currents knowing I will never drown in rivers made by those who would never dive deeper than sunken ships what would you do if you were in the presence of a sailor washed up on the shore still breathing--
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
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