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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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