strengthened by force

strengthened by force

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Sometimes we don't choose if we're strong, because we have to be. We cannot choose the cards we are dealt with, but we can choose our reaction. __________________________________ STRONG (strông) adj. strong·er, strong·est 1. a. Physically powerful; capable of exerting great physical force. 4. Having force of character, will, morality, or intelligence. 8. Not easily captured or defeated: a strong flank; a strong defense. 9. Not easily upset; resistant to harmful or unpleasant influences. a. Persuasive, effective, and cogent: a strong argument. b. Forceful and pointed; emphatic: a strong statement. c. Forthright and explicit, often offensively. 12. Extreme; drastic: had to resort to strong measures. 13. Having force of conviction or feeling; uncompromising: strong faith; a strong supporter. 14. Intense in degree or quality: a strong emotion; strong motivation. ~··°•°·°•°··~ Ha, you probably didn't even read all the words above, did you?
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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