~|:|~ Bleeding Glory ~|:|~

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Who, other than oneself,
can decide one's fate?


One's story only ends when one puts the one's pen down

And closes the book.


Therefore, do as such:
Don thine pen, young one
Let your hand create flowing paragraphs
Until your fingers wear out from exhaustion
Let them bleed over the fruits of you labor
Let the blood, sweat, and tears
be a symbol of your courage and dedication.

Show the world how much you've suffered
all for a dream
of greatness
for only then will you achieve it.

Only after you've wept and bled
through countless torturous, sleepless nights

Will you find a home in glory as a legend among legends.

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