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Aug 2
We're proud, strong
brutally honest.

But I do not think people
understand just how strong.

530 and climbing?!

460 and climbing?!

380 and climbing?!

285 and still rising?!

These are not just numbers, they are quantifiable metrics of ******* will!

So when we hear "strong" trust me you have no ******* idea!

But we're not beyond strength;
We are not gods that much needs to be said.

We bleed, we ache
We hold back a maelstrom behind THE friendly facade.
We are KINGS and QUEENS of stability.
Until we're not.

In our low moments.
we drop the facade
We spiral out of the present
Sling shoting into the past, and future's ******* possibilities.

And gods help if you're actually close enough to feel the earth quake.
Because we earth signs don't crumble we shift plates.
And if you're standing on any questionable ground, you better move.

Because it's our domain.
Jason
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