Maya Angelou, Poetic Justice, 1993
First, parts of you die, and then the things you think define you fade into the background. But you're still in control, you didn't need them anyway. Then you wake up one October morning, and you're seeping through your own fingers like water. You have no idea whom you are, you only have a vague idea of whom you want to be, but that's hard and you need to grieve for the girl who's dying inside you, because God knows she's carried you. Alas, you live in a world full of people with questions and they feel entitled to you remaining the same. You can't explain that your paradigms are not just shifting, they're blowing up and turning into ash in your hands, so you just fold into yourself. But Yourself is falling apart, and it's just...living God what is happening?
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Red is the color of strength, war, determination, passion, and love.
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Standing your ground like the walls of stone castles. I see you champs...I see you.
When you know better you do better
Maya Angelou
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When you grow old, your heart dies.
The Breakfast Club