Choice Is A Privilege. Choice Is A Power.

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Stand up. Take pride--for the fact that you're even alive.

-or-

Sit down. Shut up--from their expectations you derive.

 

One heart, a single beat.

One pulse, that's all you need.

 

To break the bondage that holds you where you are,

To take that step and get hit with a freight car.

But in the end you say, "It was worth it."

 

To feel your feet move of your own accord.

To use your words like a double-edged sword.

 

The Choice is yours if you care to decide.

 

Don't live your life as if you've already died.

 

Stand up. Take pride--for the fact that you're even alive.

Because as far as you know--this could be your last fight.

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