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Mar 2014
I got tired of the way it went,
So I made them know my name.

I hated what they thought,
So I made up my own game.

I'm not alone,
But who do I stand with?
I always stand alone.

I am my own fight
I always lose if I fight.

Nobody won, but I beat you.
Michael Kenneth Christian
Written by
Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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