Broken Perfect
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Category : Poems
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It wasn't until the fall that I discovered that getting up is part of growing up. Nothing is for free ... life has never attempted to be a bed of roses and it has no intention of ever being. Scars are marks of brokenness once upon a time. When we rise again, it means we are not done with the fight. Scars are not evidence of defeat ... they are evidence of experience in battle. When you fight for what you cherish, you give your all. Nothing is for free ... there's a price for everything. No price is too impossible when it comes to fighting for what you treasure. Life is a mystery ... it is a miracle.
