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A Goliath I created. Magnified, tripling it's size. My wounds are already afflicted before I charge. Grief has caused me not to rise. My heart is heavy with such despair, A burden heavy and large. I lay down my sword because of the weight, It is the very means of my defeat. It's time to rise from my knees Stand strong and straight. My courage is not in my hands but in my heart. It's time to play my part, Face that giant and really see. He's much smaller than me. Cast him down I can pass Continue on my journey. At last
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
The Giant
A Goliath I created. Magnified, tripling it's size. My wounds are already afflicted before I charge. Grief has caused me not to rise. My heart is heavy with such despair, A burden heavy and large. I lay down my sword because of the weight, It is the very means of my defeat. It's time to rise from my knees Stand strong and straight. My courage is not in my hands but in my heart. It's time to play my part, Face that giant and really see. He's much smaller than me. Cast him down I can pass Continue on my journey. At last
george-maris
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
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