You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
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قصة بقلم Stefanya Yaruzui Dreyar Volkov
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