The Anthology
Break me, and I will rise anew
Break me, and I will rise anew. Scorn me, and I will steel my will. Cast me out, and I will carve my own path. Wound me, and I will learn to heal myself. Doubt me, and I will find a deeper resolve. Silence me, and I will become the storm. Every blow feeds the flame. Every fall…
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