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A Painted Mountain
A volcanic, strong gem sings
Above the petals
In Search of Reflection
I don't think we ever discover who we are. Identity is a never-ending book that continues to write new chapters as we experience life, and your story only ends when the pen is set down. When your story reaches a close, only you can describe everything. But there's no one word to sum up the life you lived and who you were. Others can title your story as they please and leave reviews, but you wrote every word of your story. So, on that last page, who do you think you'll be in your story? Did you become this person, or did you let this character you wanted to be, define where the story was headed?
By Davlin Knight5 days ago in Confessions
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