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Can you see this rose? The one in my hand If I pull off the petals One by one they'll fall And what remains Will only be the stalk Which I'll be able to break With one move of my hand.
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
A Rose
Doubts. Fear. A dark past. We all have them- but listen to me now: We fight. We fight our shadows, our weakness, our doubts- and yet we rise our fist higher than before. Fear is close- always near- but we move forward, we don't let it take over us we never let it win. Our dark past. Yes, they hurt. But let them clear your path, embrace them, hold them tight, let them be your reminder: You are stronger. Grow like trees some never watered, yet they still rise- breaking stone, reaching the skies. Have the courage to rise from fear, don't let it drown you deeper. Stand tall. Face your shadow- and fight.
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Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 8:00 PM UTC
Still, we rise