A seed can’t help but rise up
from the darkness where it lay.
It has to.
It must sprout upwards,
It must see the sun,
It must unleash all power
stored within itself.
It knows its destiny,
that it must break out from its grave
that it must grow,
that it must bear fruit
and then raise its arms up to heaven
in thanksgiving and praise!
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"I bare my nakedness to the world that the world may see who I am; not the mask that hides my flaws, not the mask that hides my beauty. I bask in the light and I TAKE OFF THE MASK!"