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A little harderA little more fierceFor that’s what beauty is, Isn’t it?Crackle like the foil of lightningTear trees from roots, watch them splinterUntil all is goneOnly when you fall from grace can you rise from the dustThey shall fear you Be in aweLet not a still, glittering surface remainLet yourself be invisibleAbstractUndefinableYou’re aliveLet them see who you really areFightOh, you’ll fight, with or without their permissionSuccess is true beauty
A little harder
A little more fierce
For that’s what beauty is,
Isn’t it?
Crackle like the foil of lightning
Tear trees from roots, watch them splinter
Until all is gone
Only when you fall from grace can you rise from the dust
They shall fear you
Be in awe
Let not a still, glittering surface remain
Let yourself be invisible
Abstract
Undefinable
You’re alive
Let them see who you really are
Fight
Oh, you’ll fight, with or without their permission
Success is true beauty
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