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Apr 23
Those rumors you spread, twisting the tale,
Think I’ll give up? You’re bound to fail.
You fear my fire, see my wins as a crime,
But I stand taller, every single time.
You try to break me, waste your breath,
Each word you spit fuels my strength from death.
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