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Dec 2013
Grappling bones,
hollow insecurities,
broken,
healed.

A fist to the face,
an uppercut,
terrible colours onto
the barren white walls.

Red-faced,
shut-eyed,
running with
arms wide open.

"Bring it on!"
Lungs afire.

We always stand up.
Again
Written by
Stella  In my head
(In my head)   
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