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Hold To It

Matthew Good
Aug 14
1 min read

As long as there is beauty

There is something to fight for

There is nothing stopping us

But ourselves


Every morning the light comes

Every night we sleep through the darkness

Which, ultimately, is more important?


We are servants of a single place

Though divided we cannot escape it

Without each other we are nothing

Hold to that

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