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Apr 2016
You must be crazy
Think that I lost
I might be on the ground
You have not won yet
You can throw me
To the ground again
And again
But I will not break
I will not be driven below

The rage I have locked away
Is about to break away
You must run
For you will die
In slowest way possible
In the end
You will beg to be forgiven
Written by
darktowers  23/M/Oklahoma
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