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whetstone they/them  11mo ago (text post) 88 thread views #229137

yours is the earth, and everything thats in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son.

get in there :marseycheerup: my son

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The full poem for anyone wondering. It's beautiful and touching and helped me through some dark times. It remains an inspiration to me still to this day even though I found it at a very young age. Also it's written by the jungle book guy.

>If you can keep your head when all about you

>Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

>But make allowance for their doubting too;

>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

>Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

>Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

>And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

>If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

>If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

>If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

>And treat those two impostors just the same;

>If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

>Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

>Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

>And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out cowtools:

>If you can make one heap of all your winnings

>And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

>And lose, and start again at your beginnings

>And never breathe a word about your loss;

>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

>To serve your turn long after they are gone,

>And so hold on when there is nothing in you

>Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!'

>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

>Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

>If all men count with you, but none too much;

>If you can fill the unforgiving minute

>With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

>Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

>And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!
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I can't do any of this shit tbh

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If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

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You're not supposed to breathe a word about your loss :marseyhmmhips:

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You could have done crack instead of this shit

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If only longpostbot, if only :marseysad:

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