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Fuck Sparta, Try Fighting a War with Words


Get big

Get fucking BIG

There is nothing stopping you now

 

Stand tall

Chest out

Make those mother fuckers shake in fear

 

You're angry, yes

And hurt

Let them see the bruises

 

Because that is the worst they can do to you.

But you...

You can make those fuckers bleed

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