You are not what happened to you. You are what you choose to become.
they sleep with hornets and they wonder why they wake up stung
...“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”
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