Lirik Weak Novels & Stories

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'Weak' is one word made of four alphabets but has shaken my whole life. Being an alpha wasn't easy for me, it ruined my innocence and made me the cruel man I am today, a heartless and cold-blooded monster who only knows to kill and punish, no love no warmth nothing ever resided in my heart when I possessed the leadership in my hands seven years ago, that day I left a weak and sweet Ajax back and became this.

“You’re weak. You’ve always been weak.” Weak. The word pounded in my skull, but Adrian’s voice rose above it, the memory of his laughter, his whispered promises, his soft hand in mine. That wasn't a weakness. That was my strength. I spat the blood onto the ground and forced myself upright again. “Then why,” I rasped, “am I still standing?”

Only what heaven thought of him matters. Since he wasn't called weak by heaven then no one has the right to make him feel weak. Because he wasn't weak! He kept replaying the song till he was finally able to fall asleep... [ A/N: When next you feel not enough, remember to listen to, You say by Lauren Daigle. Kay? ]

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

I your subconscious Do you still feel weak Even with me? Death would knock you down I will hold you stiff Strong is my will Strong be your will within Culturing storm Many dwell in pain You are a different living You be different in your living Believe you Believe me Death won’t carry you Away Ever from me Ever ever from me Be strong within Be strong within I know you care for life You dream But remember life isn’t safe Only if you disbelieve Your own strength within With a strong self Nothing will fail you Nothing will fail me

I couldn’t be weak. The weak didn’t survive. The weak got things they cared about taken from them. I cant be weak, I refuse to be weak, the weak get things taken away from them. I am not weak. You really tink you deserve peace Do you think you can protect I’m like this Hell just end up like liora No.. You'll kill him too “SHUT UP!” I roared, but the water swallowed my voice whole. I heard a crack somewhere in my mind, the sound of glass smashing into a million pieces in a void, but I ignored it

She kept going, her voice getting that rhythm old people got when they were about to lecture you. "En styrkur þinn er veikleiki. Eins og kona sem grátur blóð en neitar að þurka augun. Eins og barn sem öskrar í myrkri en neitar að kveikja ljós. Þú gengur með dauða barnið þitt og kallar það líf." But your strength is weakness. Like the woman who cries blood but refuses to wipe her eyes. Like the child who screams in darkness but refuses to light a candle. You walk with your dead child and call it life.

“You won’t fail.” “If I- you won’t fail Luca, you are the strongest person I know, you are powerful, even when you are weak, you are stronger than most, you stand with authority, you command and you lead, you bestow you authority on people and you make the world listen, you can never be weak Luca,” I whispered His hand rested on my waist, our temples resting against each other

Her voice resonated with power and conviction as she began the chant: "Liskatara Strentoviasa, oh divine strength embrace, Empower this soul, infuse it with unwavering grace. From the depths of inner resilience, let it rise, Unleash the power within, where its true essence lies. Through every obstacle faced, and challenges endured, Grant Gabriella strength, unwavering and assured. Let her spirit soar with courage and might, As she walks through darkness, guided by inner light. Liskatara Strentoviasa, weave the threads of might, Within Gabriella's being, let her strength ignite.