Hurt
A slice to wrist
A burn to the arm
A punch to the face
It all hurts the same
You think I am weak
I will rise up again
It is time to take a stand
You cannot hurt me anymore
For I am stronger than I was before
I believe in me
And I believe in a better day
So go ahead and abuse me
You think you have an affect
But you don't
I am strong
And this does not hurt anymore.
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