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May 2018
get up, kid
wipe the dirt from your pants
wipe the blood from your cheeks

get up, kid
bare your teeth with your chapped lips
bare your fists with your bruised knuckles

get up, kid
scream
scream and let your throat go raw
but don't stop
       don't stop
       don't stop

get up, kid
make me proud
mysa
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mysa  15/F/????
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