Broken
I feel like I'm walking on broken glass the more I keep going the worse it hurts I try to stand my ground but the glass cuts deeper and deeper I know my strength I will never give up I won't give in I'm a fight Til I finish fight Til the end I'm strong I have power within I can do anything I put my mind to... This will not be my end
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