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From now on there are no more excuses for you not to become something great. No more hesitation, no more self-deception and no more hiding from yourself. If you can’t place trust within an oath to yourself, then you are obsolete. - It may seem like wrestling a bear. But the instant the kodiak lies slain at your feet, armed with nothing but your bare hands. You’ll know true metamorphosis, true rebirth, true strength true power. - Grow strong, or die with your face against the asphalt. Fighters, fight. I am Fenrir. Born to destroy. Give me darkness. Give me that real sleep, under blanket of oblivion. N.H.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Strength
From now on there are no more excuses for you not to become something great. No more hesitation, no more self-deception and no more hiding from yourself. If you can’t place trust within an oath to yourself, then you are obsolete. - It may seem like wrestling a bear. But the instant the kodiak lies slain at your feet, armed with nothing but your bare hands. You’ll know true metamorphosis, true rebirth, true strength true power. - Grow strong, or die with your face against the asphalt. Fighters, fight. I am Fenrir. Born to destroy. Give me darkness. Give me that real sleep, under blanket of oblivion. N.H.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
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