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I am a champion of


I am a champion of will

Today I refuse to be ill

for sometimes I'm tart

but it's fear in my heart

That wills me enough to kill

 

Your words can be full of hate

But never could you force my fate

for i came without dying

arrived cause im trying

And will stay in controlling state

 

and yet your words cut me deep, 

like a blade to the skin

and my heart loves you too much

to not slightly cave in.

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