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Jul 2020
You've torn me, ripped me, and hit me
I bleed from the wounds on my skin
You've floored me, kicked me, and slit me
But you've not broken the spirit within

My tank is depleted, not empty
I rise back, glowing with sweat
Fight? Oh yes I've got plenty
Your smugness will turn to regret
Written by
Phoenix Black
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