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they worship strength sing praises of the bloodied broken frames of the blindly devoted proudly flaunting battle scars barely healed where is the celebration in the soft the gentle holding of one's self share with me how you rest the stillness you take when the world refuses to stop you are worth every second it takes to breathe admist the call the to immolate breathe among the crushing doubts and fears breathe unknowing the future breathe for when we reunite I will hold your hands and rejoice the way you chose healing over sacrifice