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Nov 2016
In this fight
Insides twisting
World black and white
Battle of existing
World keeps bringing
But I'm still here swinging

Blow after blow
I'm on the ground
Get up, I don't know
My mind unsound
The crowd cringing
Cuz I'm still here swinging

They tell me to stop
To lay down and die
I can't be on top
So why even try
Wounds stinging
I don't know why I'm swinging

Yet I get up again
It's never easy
Moving past this pain
So much I'm dizzy
But that fat lady ain't singing
So I'm still here swinging
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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