This crushing defeat isPulling
This crushing defeat is
Pulling me down
Yanking me around
Shoving me to the ground
This nagging anger is
Rising up
Coming to the surface
Lifting to the top
My feeling of pride
Starts kicking in
And battles the anger,
Knowing it can win
I emerge victorious;
The poison is gone
My happiness is strong
The poison is gone
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