"The finest steel has to go through the hottest fire." - John N. Mitchell
Let this fire, this angst burn around me. Hope is the solvent that will disentegrate the anger, frustration, refuge in agression. I will find the strength in steel, but no longer will denature the beauty in the sheen.
Perhaps the elixer, the anecdote, of the masses is merely the silence, the solvent, of anger, frustration, refuge in distasteful agression. It is hope that washes over us, that degrades any repulsion of empathy.
My words tangle, just like my understanding of who I am. Who I want to be. You'll never know who I really am, you'll never know the words that pour from this soul.
The potential is crippling.
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