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Sep 2012
Breaths become uneven,
Because of the pain in my chest.
My lips pressed together to force hold any noise.
Eyes shut tight for fear of stray tears.
I won't let you win!
No you won't get your sick pleasure from my pain you do you won't get what you want!
Not today.
Because you see I won't cry today life.
You may throw me obsticals,
but I will overcome any,
You may give me knifes for the cut,
But I won't fall for temptation,
You may remind me of what I've done,
But I will forgive and forget.
Life, you may have won battles,
But today I end the war.
Bailey Kreutzer
Written by
Bailey Kreutzer  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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