am not crying π am building
I won't stop. I am not weak. My skin feels pain because I am human, not because I am broken. If elevation demands sacrifice, then so be it. Even if I must set down a crown of gold, I will. Even if I must throw away precious stones, I will. If losing what is precious is the price to find the glory I crave, then let me pay it with steady hands and a steady heart.
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