"fallen"
Im fighting a losing battle,
but I'll fight it anyway,
and I will keep on fighting,
until my dying day,
and I will fall,
I'll close my eyes,
a prayer softly say
stare blankly at the,
gash on my arm,
and watch the blood,
trickle away
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