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I             wasn't born in a hospital like most children are. I am         made of soft thoughts, but too of hard muscular rivets; steel bars are not         nearly so malleable as my arms. So far, so good, no need to be afraid,    no need to be alone. There's no need to cry in the dark, wishing for home      and a soft bed and warmth and food for my soul. My soul thrives; it is             the howl of the wind on the mountain top; My soul lives in hardship. Where     others tremble, I will not walk alone, because My soul lives in pain The          pretenders; the snakes; the cowards do not sway. Because **My soul is Hard**    Like my muscles, like my heart, like the place where I was born. It is...              funny actually. I wasn't born in a hospital; I was born on the way. **I Was Born Moving Forward.**  and I refuse to move back. Because I am not afraid.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
ian-steele
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I             wasn't born in a hospital like most children are. I am         made of soft thoughts, but too of hard muscular rivets; steel bars are not         nearly so malleable as my arms. So far, so good, no need to be afraid,    no need to be alone. There's no need to cry in the dark, wishing for home      and a soft bed and warmth and food for my soul. My soul thrives; it is             the howl of the wind on the mountain top; My soul lives in hardship. Where     others tremble, I will not walk alone, because My soul lives in pain The          pretenders; the snakes; the cowards do not sway. Because **My soul is Hard**    Like my muscles, like my heart, like the place where I was born. It is...              funny actually. I wasn't born in a hospital; I was born on the way. **I Was Born Moving Forward.**  and I refuse to move back. Because I am not afraid.
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