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Break me. Put me on my knees, where I can find that life is not about me. Break me. Show me that life can suffer a bruising and get back up. Break me. Mold me into the sculpture I can be from the lump I am. Break me. Show me the beauty of friendship, hands grasping mine, pulling me up. Break me. Let me grow beyond the shell of myself, rising to heights unseen.
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