I want to say I will not be diminished by this world.

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I want to say I will not be diminished by this world.
Barren and weary of money - a death Americanized. How weary the world was.
Reduced to what really lay beneath the makeup, the world stood still inside her soul.
The world goes on, we have to adapt.
Go be a light in the world, with a certain right sort of heart.
Art suggests a fragility that it is too vulnerable in the world. But it is precisely that backhanded compliment to explain wonder in the unassuming mundane.
I am a wild mass of hair lost in the world.
The world whispers truth. Hear the buried treasures, of tales in hushed voices and allow the voices in the ether to be heeded.
The world could be so wild. No buildings. Just the sprawling world in the depths of the woods, wind, and grass.
Have an incredible lust for life: a heart beating a new beginning. Open your eyes, the world is out there.