Build an Empire

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If I tear my world into pieces,
you can build an empire from it,

without love and hesitation,
you can create a bold land

with no worries and greaves,
But I can assure you one thing,

plants may grow there,
but they never bloom

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  1. A Friend of a FriendMay 28, 2019 at 1:48 PM

    Your despair, your losses are all for a purpose it doesn't matter how your story start it's how you'll end it.Doesn't matter if they set fires aflame your words will
    always be the answer to repair. rebuild yourself until your an empire.♥

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