Just Keep Going
Crying, Fighting, Screaming
For Love
For Will
For Freedom
When will it end?
This misery that has become my life?
That has made my living a battle?
When will it end?
I want to know now
Bloody and broken I will emerge.
Time and time again I will surface.
I AM STRONG!
And I will not be trampled on.
So keep hitting me down, I dare you.
I will stand up every single time.
And fight.
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