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“If the greatest weakness of all is for the individual to believe he lacks one, then this is his greatest imperfection. Awareness of capability does not come without the same for its opposite. We are not capable if we are not also aware of how we are incapable. Pushing limits is one way to be
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“Think of the mind as related to the muscles, when we exercise to break down the fibers so that our limbs can grow stronger after rest. To be vulnerable, is in the same idea. We operate on a choice that breaks us down, only for us to grow when we rest, when we contemplate on
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I cast asideWhere I have walked,Where the priests once talked,When they had looked over my shoulder,At the failure surrounding me.My lonely road,Has been a cold one. I say farewell,To a man who stood frozenBy a streamMade from his own tears. I whisper goodbyeTo the Hell I have forged from lies.Because, here I am,Ready to become
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“To recognize our strength, is to see where we stand, that we do stand, that we are standing, upon the Earth where others have walked. For we do not walk any path alone, for the same reason as we should know that others know our difficulties, and can understand us. Self-worth has no meaning, if
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I raise this curtain to show a face,Streaming with the tears of fear.Kiss me, beautiful one, before the noose wraps itself,About my idle neck. I have loved an angel,And gave until I was emptiness,I will remain as emptiness,To focus on your delicate face,And how the world could crushAll the beauty away from my reach. Love
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“The emotion is alike the beast. Too wild to be free at the ultimate state, and too large to be truly caged. We, as humans, cage animals, for we cage emotions. We, as humans, believe ourselves to be beyond emotions. We, as humans, both cage ourselves, and the emotions we will enclose in our heart.
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Have thee gone astray?From the wicked heart of mine,Into the comfort of decayAnd into the solace of a new moon,Soon when your weary mindSees the heat in this garden’s bloom? I see with steps that are taken,Above a grave that reeks,In the scent of an ocean,The magnificence of your fall.And soon to lift you up,From
Modern Romanticism 